I will sing you songs, my love
Of silver moons and silent sand;
Or slender pine trees, sweetly fragrant.
Our nocturnal wonderland.

We will soar on clouded carpets,
Sailing on a gentle breeze.
Stars drift by like jewelled trinkets
As we wander where we please.

We will scale the steepest mountains;
We'll surmount the greatest height;
No more cares to crowd our memories,
Nothing mars our endless night.

Only you and I together,
All alone up in the sky.
Drifting in our sweet enchantment,
While we sing our lullaby.




By Thomas Vaughan Jones (TVaughanJones@aol.com)




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for other poems and stories by the authors at Lara's Den.

A Lovelorn Welshman

The Gate

On New Friends In Old Age

A Room Under The Eaves

The Journey

The Crowded Bird Feeder

Teddy Bear

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