Our Dark-Time. Poem by Fay Slimm

Preceding the dawn are hours from which some
Shrink, perhaps thinking of danger or fear.

But my love and I, with dark's challenge, come
Alive, we find starlight mystically clear,
As together we ride midnight breezes.
Feet astride clouds, we lightly sail the sky,
Halo the moon with gold, then descend, pleasing
Ourselves in some quiet lake, where, naked
We make love to the tune of a small rill
Which fills the air around with moon's sacred
Glowing white notes, whispering to us still
More clearly, in wet-tinkling water ways.

We then feel nearer to paradise, more
Than before. We honour the night, forsaking
Sun. - dusky-dark moonbeams thrill to the core
Our nightly reunions - - - Sated with love
We can exist, until next starlight above.