The Dance
Dancing in the moonlight with my lover
My heart’s own true love, come let us dance; All around shimmers silver in moonlight, And the night air is heady with fragrance, Calling us to share our dreams of delight. So take my hand in yours, and follow me, To that secret arbour, our trysting place, Where anointed in light, unseen and free, Intricate patterns our spirits will trace. Our limbs will entwine in artless desire, Separate souls recombining in one, Minted...