Avalon

I long for you and Avalon

Beloved nirvana born of dreams,

In blessed reverie we'll walk

Her verdant woods

By chattering streams.

Across the lilac scented field

Toward the lake where catkins grow,

And Avalon will be our world

The deepest joy

We'll ever know.

I long to spend the sultry nights

In prurient or soulful need,

Each gentle, sensual caress 

Will voice our

Amatory creed.

There are in life uncertain stars

Whose course is never ours to know,

But we have sworn by Avalon

Our cherished love

Will thrive and grow.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2012.