Evening Lands

Her skin is as soft as streaming moonbeams
That touch upon the soundless depth of night,
Her eyes are memories of lightless dreams
Still haunted by the kiss of waning light,
Her lips are warm rains on summer's evening
Blessed with sacred life wherever they may touch,
Her hair is the breath of night-winds weaving
The spells of blissful joy I crave so much
For all the pleasures of this heartless world
I would not trade one second by her side,
Into the deepest hell may I be hurled
Than without her my lonely life abide
For I voyage across her evening lands
never to deny this love she commands