Bring me the light of fireflies,
the cobweb's thread, and I
shall fashion a gown of night for you.
Bring me the evening breeze
and I shall set it whispering
all my secrets in your ear.
And bring me your kiss, your draught
of stars, that I might deeply
drink and never thirst till dawn.
Stephen Brooke ©2004
All the yearnings and mushy romantic stuff finds its way out late in the evening...I'd better get to bed! :)