i walked with you in the
knee high grass of such golden sunlights
in the quiet grip of such sweeping glories of day
brushing fingertips among the wild seed
brushing the quiet mind on the
magnificent rolling winds of daylights brief stay

and into my thoughts
the world did carve with gentlest touch
all these thoughts that i speak to you now
here by our cookfire under blazing starlight
here by our bed my dearest lover

because i have not the voice to sing
because i have no instrument upon which to play
i will let my words flow ungoverned
and floating on sweet summer breeze
like my heart when i look at you
like my soul when i see your loves unconstrained
like our world gathered as one
in the cup of my hand
drink of its beauty
drink now of its swift hot lusts
and we will lay as one
and we will lay as one