The Night

It is night, the moon is full
Darkness falls over the earth as softened velvet
The twilight begins to pull

Softness falls around me
A cool mist lies gently on a bed of emerald grass
And I find my willow tree

My heart beats heavy within my chest
The wind answers my pounding pulse and blows my auburn hair
My trembling hand lies against my breast

My thoughts are only of you
You, my lord and love, who cause my heart to flutter so
With a love so strong and true

But you are far away, my dear
And the night is long and dark and cold without you
Which is why each night I lie here

Under the cloak of shadowed sky
Beneath a veil of willow branch and shimmering star
I breath a lusty, wistful sigh

And in the chill and autumn mist
I dream here, beneath our tree, dressed in naught but pale skin
Consumed by desire I can't resist

My hands are softer, quite unlike
The rough, yet gentle touch of yours I love so dearly
Yet my senses they sweetly spike

Tingling rushing over me
Plunging, sweeping, rising again, then exploding all around
Only wind may hear my plea

And as I lay in awe beneath the moon
I breathe deeply of the love our hearts and spirits share
And of how I touched myself for you