Saturday, May 7, 2011

The Pleasure of You



I love the way the sweep of the midnight
Shadows a meadow heavy with dew
And I love the haunting murmur of twilight
Whispering to me in purple and blue
But oh my dear, if you came to me tonight
I’d trade them all for the pleasure of you
Oh, I’d trade them all for the pleasure of you

I love the hush in the young-light of dawning
Breeze of a new day tinting the sky
I love the blush of its soft rose-grey awning
Pushing the night’s charcoal curtain awry
But I’d trade them all in a half-breath, my darling
For the pleasure of looking deep into your eye
For the pleasure of gazing deep into your eye

I love a meadowland, scattered with flowers
I love the calm and the wild wind too
I love the music of the night’s smallest hours
Trickling in heartbeats across the dark blue
I love the silence of the green woodland bowers
But I’d trade them all for the pleasure of you
Oh, I’d trade them all for the pleasure of you

Janet~

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