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.

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