Under the misty veil of dawn's sweet trespass
we, as lovers lie
Hidden, green as meadows,
with limbs in long grass tangled
Beneath the hung bough's heavy burden
forbidden fruit and promised passion
blossoms in our springtime eyes.
Dew drenched and free
as the cool wind's wildflower whisper,
Swept forth by serenading streams,
our dreams, like probing hands will wander
exploring every fantasy.
