Early morn, midst moonlight flooding the room
I awake feeling thy presence my love. Thus
Arising from bed I forsake more sleeping
And betake me to casement, where, keeping
Sight of yonder light, high in night sky, dost
Wait. The stardust will bring thee hither soon.
I wouldst thee beckon yet again. Yearning
With heart astir, I see Love's coach, bedecked
By silvery dreams, now approach and descend,
Then alighting, thy dear face beams and ends
My chilly wait. So strongly affected
By welcome, I blush as my desires burn.
Whereon thou, gleaming with passion, and armed
With fire, soon hast me held, melting again
In embrace. Yielding upturned face to thine
I taste of thy kiss, drink nectar divine
And am lost. Thou, thus boldly obtaining
Mine ardour, unfold me more to thy charms.
Moonlighting trysts my lord, capture completely
Mine unlocked heart. Canst thou feel its strong beats?
Warm and lovely. Like the use of King James' language - it emphasises the timelessness and somehow the regality and stateliness of the proceedings too. Tony
What a poem! Hot in the room is right. Just a word fits this: Brilliant. Hx
Me thinks, thou knoweth the bards work lady don't you.... Andy 10
Marvellous writing Fay as you release us from our worldly confines and allow our spirits to soar.Great imagery written with sensitivity. Sid xxx
Truely magmagnificant piece of poetry from an ageless golden pen 10 +++++++Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great nectared words drunk sillily by modern poets of time divine. God bless all poets-MJG.