By wordley
Date: 2010 Jan 10
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Eventide Muses

Come....follow me...
As evening's velvet lips drain the last dregs of light from the sky
And humming birds cease to hum, but merely breathe,
To go where fire flies flash, as sparks struck from love's anvil, try
To illuminate these hearts that now take leave;

Come...hold me...
Where I surrender to you my last vestige of control, my fate
Is woven in those stars that lead, yet leave no traces
Of direction given, our paths become one through love's sweet gate,
And lay down in serpentine bliss, are one in our embraces;