Lute Song Poem by Roy Ballard

Now my lady lays her down
in a silk and satin gown,
in a robe of thread so fine
it enfolds her heart with mine.
Though this might be songful art
I'd rather we were not apart.

There are enough within her eyes
of stars to light the empty skies.
Surely one or two I see
that my lady wished for me
but the Milky Way entire
could not end my lone desire.

I would lull her with delight
were I there with her tonight
sending back to sleep the lark
when he comes to end the dark.
Soon he'll sing this glad refrain
'Now your love is back again'