O‘er the Mountain

when mountain dark outweighs light in thine eyes

and the night shadows linger o'er weary of heart

again to capture a firefly’s spirit on meadow’s air

the breeze of whisper betrays that we shall part

aye, and I'll lay with you among the heather

where wild rose will scent love's embrace

in birch branch birds will sing refrains of love

our images stroked that time can ne’er erase

to stroke the skin of what some say mortal sin

share heated kisses that condemns souls to hell

to hold thee tight through but one day and night

‘tis such dreams the bards know all too well

aye, when the sun shall send the buds of spring

o’er the mountains in the West I must surely ride

till weary and weak with the midnight madness born

to someday take my place, my lady, at thy side…