On a warm summer's eve
a gentle breeze carries the scent
that calls me to your waiting arms
moonbeams and fireflies
luminaries that light the night
crickets and croakers acappella choir sing
as we dance the dance
that binds our souls and entwines our hearts
until our bodies merge as one
on the cool green bed on which we lay
now wet with the dew of passions play
and what was once a virgin glen
is now a shrine I worship at
as on my knees I find myself
drinking from your spring of love
and then my lips search out the bud
that opens with a sunrise kiss
in a burst of luminescent dreams
that leaves you trembling in my arms
and I asleep in yours.