When shadows fall across the Moors
and Twilight stills the land,
we'll meet again at Meadow's Edge,
and go walking hand in hand.
When day's hard work is done,
and the Lark settles in it's nest,
when remnants of the Evening Sun,
have finally gone to rest,
we'll gaze into each other's eyes,
and tenderly we'll kiss,
and hold each other very close,
for an eve of lover's bliss.
We'll walk together, just us two
walking hand in hand,
musing about the things we'll do,
when Twilight stills the land.
Ron Cole
June 2007