a bough gently leans across the calm, still lake. its reflection pulls to the sky and softly kisses the brow of each cloud, leaving a slight indentation from which rain will now fall. extend the branches
stand still do i with you so far the moon crest night and twinkling star so much unsaid my mouth has closed my thoughts for you now in repose the course has turned to my dislike i kneel not now to serve your likes
two lips apart doth part and kiss still in the night so still and bright new moon she is in splendour bliss she leans upon her silent knight his outstretched arms now do release this crescent young into his stars