Arianrhod

Arianrhod

 

We walk at night my girl and I
and talk of life and love’s sweet ache,
beneath a silver dusted sky.
 

Half-summoned by the nightjar’s cry,
uncertain of which path to take,
we walk at night my girl and I,
 

unhook and take apart the lie,
unravel every dark mistake,
beneath a silver dusted sky.
 

Answers sought in every sigh,
curiosity’s thirst to slake,
we walk at night my girl and I,
 

discarding every alibi,
false promises we now forsake
beneath a silver dusted sky
 

Despite nocturnal lovers’ cry,
soft-sullen moon upon the lake,
we walk at night my girl and I
beneath a silver dusted sky.

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