Betwixt the trees, phantom looms
Snares with pipe, my spirit blooms
Beckoning with divine embrace
A beacon of exalted grace
To and fro her spirit glides
Comes inside, two lights collide
We digress with dancing feet
Two sure and kindred spirits meet
Embarking on magic ride

How could I be enamoured of doubt
Now we've met I am devout
Devotee of thy myriad blisses
Thy sweet and succulent tender kisses
Borne aloft on divine zephyr
That effuses from otherworldly ether
Swept up in a hurricane
That rolls and waves across the plane
Of one reality to another

You stoke and kindle my spiritual lust
In your form and truth I trust
Bathed in your fulsome luscious beauty
You are my wandering spirit's entreaty
Towards new day we meandering go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
I'm walking with more spirit on
No longer wicked, wan or lovelorn
My surest soul self shows