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ONE NIGHT OF BLISS
ONE NIGHT OF BLISS
The night full of stars and night singers among the hemlocks;
Where your hair captured the ambient light of the moon and I
Got lost in the liquid pools of greenness in your hazel eyes.
Under the lover’s tree and the orchard of those stars, we began
What to me was a journey to ever expanding bliss; where the
Ringing and singing of those stars and night singers were heard.
Even the tempo of the swaying holly cocks and cattails above
The tall grasses had its movement in the rhythm of our love and
The night singers resonated with the same tones of our bliss.
Who among the hierarchies was not envious of our place and time
Among the watchers and timekeepers in this singular night; what
We had together under those stars, that moon and lover’s tree.
On the moss and under that tree we were pixilated by sylphs
Sprinkling faierie dust on our hair and dryads dancing on moonbeams.
Yes, there was magic there, under those stars upon that night of bliss.
Yes, it was but one night of bliss but the recording angels of
Everlasting memories emblazoned for posterity, a record of bliss
That would be hard to match in the annals of romantic history.
