Resting between cool linen,
On a drowsy summers eve
My lover dozing peacefully,
I’m listening to her breathe.
The evening starlight calm,
Breeze rippling through the leaves
Hearing the machinery startling,
It’s a shame what man achieves.
Escape to a place of no ripples,
No nothing to spoil the peace
Lying there beside my lover,
Hoping this moment will never cease.
© 1999 Mr Richard M Taylor.