Go Slow Sweet Moon - Poem by John Rickell
Go slow sweet moon my love lies sleeping
her breath drifting on the evening air
ghostly scents of recent joy;
soft lips smile enigma to my dreaming;
no need to more than whisper on the breeze
the Halcyon on the muddy shore
sleeps and we are safe;
no need to speak, our hands entwined
hearts combine pulses beat in unison;
conjoined, blessed by nature's law
let no man put asunder promises
sworn beneath the Aspen tree.
Owl and linnet and croaking frog
witness our communion, bread and wine
shared with elves and pixies,
as half-sleep bluebells chime
and echoes, through the branches,
drift like petals newly born...
two lovers sleeping, hands entwined
beneath an Aspen tree.
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