For my love that ever reaches thee in the dead of night
Across forested hills, its voice in ghostly echoes
Your kiss, the seal of quiet victory
Across the moonlit lake and sound of crickets,
I smile in sapphire depths of knowing,
That the night kept the secrets of your passionate kisses
locked in its somber embrace,
As I drift across the astral miles
the music of your smile became one with the moon
In hypnotic pulses of pleasure,
And the blissful song of I and thee by that silver lake
still rings out in the wild night as I drift to sleep.
