Circling the Meadows
The whippoorwill sings its evening song
At sunset, darkness won’t be long
Soon stars will fill the sky
With a full moon on high.
It reflects down by the river
Where I take my lover
We slip away, no one knows we’re gone
As the whippoorwill sings its evening song.
We drift with the current
In its flow, a message sent
No hurry as to where we go
And we leave it as so.
Landing ashore with meadows for miles
She remembers my smile
She knows what it meant
We drift with the current.
She picks flowers
For what seems like hours
There she goes running out of sight
But I can find her hiding in the moonlight.
Circling the meadows, what she sees
Is beyond me . . . . . .
She gazes at the stars for what seems like hours
Then there she goes and picks more flowers.
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