My Flight

How many times did we sit together here
As the pale evening melted in your tresses!
We looked at the last flight of the lark
Tired it was, yet happily gliding to the nest!
We talked about the evening, its pale purple hue
We talked about love, we talked about pain and us!
We listened to the bleating of the calf in a distant croft,
The dew dabbed us, we held hands, we forgot our pain!
The peasants had the dream of the harvest in their eyes,
We tucked dreams in our eyes too, you remember?
We dreamed of flying across the vast blue deep,
As the breeze rippled your drape, I looked in your eyes,
We sat with hand in hand,there I saw my flight
It was shimmering in the moist of your eyes!