The Lands Of Barrenment Ii Poem by Geoff Warden

There she awaits each morn'
by the rock at ponds edge
gentle kiss on her cheek over morn's brew
The morning song of dove
the grazing sky above
as she slowly melts in my arm
The morn's of time remembered
of a place Love surrenders
and all was so peaceful and serene
A leisurely stroll pass stream
I felt her heart gleam
as my Lady and I returned to the boudoir
thy morn's glory be done
two hearts become one
as my Lady and I ready the morning ado
I must be off my love
thy trumpet sounds above
thou shall be within 'til my return...........