Wednesday, 13 June 2012


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.

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