Where Night is Not Black

Moments pass by like tall white clouds
Drifting through the limits and span of eternity
My thoughts in conference form crowds
You’re beauty’s form inspires serenity

Triumphant in victory at the gate I call
For you to shout unto me with song
Looking to you top of the tower’s wall
From below, I stand erect in armor strong

Beautiful Girl, you make my slow mind
Wander from the confines of space
Through the ages of love stories I wind
Into your arms my mind’s dreams race

Wonderful Girl, you’re arms in my to hold
Your slender, inviting and beautiful hands
The rest of your soft skinned form into my fold
My body awaiting your arrival with love stands

Little Girl, to your mouth will I watch and listen
Not awaiting the joining of our lips in ecstasy
But longing for your crystal words to glisten
Drown me in your minds deepest fantasy