If you were to lie with me

If you were to lie with me

On a rocky outcrop

Overlooking land and sea

Never lost for wonder

Dependent on perspective

There would be comfort

In a wish fulfilled

Whither blows a willful wind

Rolling over tall ships

Full in sail

Ploughing through

A distant dispatch

The plume of bow waves

Glistening brightly

As pastoral mermaids play

Ancient mariners listen

To the howling songs of sirens

If I were to lie with you

Down in the valley

Where the bluebells grow

In pretty clumps

Beneath tall dark trees

Collecting in shadows

To share their wild stories

Of earthly reckoning

The stillness would be gently torn

By the sound of sweet notes

Played by a band of angels

That were once lost

In music

Until the spell was broken

When all the souls in heaven

Were softly woken

From their sleep

Of deepest sorrow

As a final gift

To the ways of true love

And a promise of simplicity

Left to grow

In worth and curiosity