Yearning

To a special person I met too long ago.

Like a desolate humming bird

Hungering for a bloom,

For thy voice I have yearned,

In the dim light of the moon.

On this bleak, lonely, earth

Thou hast filled me with mirth,

Lovingly I send this maid

This tuneful serenade,

Borne along on the gale

That gently will unveil

Hidden sweet features

Which lie beneath a veil.

Drawing us together

Wheresoever we may be

We'll tarry in the tawny gloaming,

In the cool shade of a tree