LOVE is a ROOST

It's a full moon night,
And it's just not right
That its glow has caught me alone.

While it peeks through the bands
Of yellow cloud strands,
The mist-mantled meadow is prone.

Twas a warm spring rain
That smothered this plain
And the peepers are cheepers a-glee.

Now the bone-dry grass
Has broken the fast
As it bends, silken soft underfoot.

Yes, a full moon glow
Is giving a show
But I'm barely able to see.

For your sweet soul
Has sopped the bowl
And I'm hungry to supp on your song.

Yes, a full moon glow,
And where does it go
That it doesn't mirror your eyes?

It's my favourite gift,
But now it's a rift
In the innermost core of my heart.

The chatter of vines
Has spoken the lines
That your body has limited love.

 But I have known love,
Such that comes from above;
A love that transcends the flesh.

Love is a victor, valiant and strong.
Love is a giver, patient and long.
Love is my essence, and you are my moon.

Love needs no vessel, earthen and weak.
Love is a spirit, winged and sweet.
Love is a banguet that fodders the soul.

The soul is that to which love is a roost.
Like the tiny white-throat, amid the dark spruce.
I, in the meadow, am sheltered and safe.

It's a full moon night,
And it's just not right
That its glow has caught me alone.

COPYRIGHT DAVE MARTIN