The Lake

Lying in a Vessel on a stary Eve
Clarity of Night envelopes me
The Fluid below is still and calm
As I rest my weary Head in your Palm
I am thinking not of Labor
But of you Thoughts I do savour
The Feeling of still quiet Air
Running my Fingers through your Hair
Passion does not o'er take us
Instead Joy of togetherness
I need to feel you on my Skin
As the Land needs to feel the Wind
Comfort in our inactivity
Solice in our company
Not a Word do you or I speak
For Fear of making the Moment weak
All is calm upon the Lake
For we'll be One until we wake.

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