Citatepedia^®.com

Into the Shadow

Come; let us walk towards the water's edge
through soft green grass, adorned with wild flowers.
Sheltered on a blanket spread, we will stretch
beneath the shadow of the Alder's boughs.

I shall lean sure against your beating heart
as setting sun dips towards ev'ning sky.
While long fingers creep silently across
the day, in knowledge of you, I shall lie.

When darkness moves into the dim of night
and we must fold the blanket of our dreams
into the ending of our grateful lives
closing our way along the bright white beam

may dominion keep our two hands entwined
and keep them thus until the end of time.

poem by Diana Rosser
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!