The leaves of grass are singing
Singing in the wind
I know I'll meet my true love
there beyond the Glyn
When lines of Twilight
softly drawn weave stories
of the moors
trails and rivers rushing
down fill my arms agyn
We'll laugh and light
The embers and dance
until the dawn
Your kisses
secret sweetness
will linger through the morn
Happy you enjoyed, sending you
Butterfly wings and divine wishes
Alight
Ron