In the fields darkness falls
The cawing crow calls the moon
Alive with elation dreams.

Gone all too soon
The dance of the wind
Before we begin
To reach the temple;

Where love is blooming
In the shadows
By the alter
Inside my soul.

She worships you
Long and whole
Billowing bright
She bridges the night,
Calling the song of the sea.

Love was named after thee,
A whisper of dew on the flesh
Weaves through my heart.

Mountain springs well within,
Overflowing the tributaries
Flooding tears begin;
And rain, sweet rain.

Words cannot describe
The tender way I will hold you,
Hold you forever through life.

© Phillip Mellor 2015