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The Aspen Tree

 Go slow sweet moon my love lies sleeping  
her breath drifting on the evening air  
ghostly scents of recent joy;  
soft lips smile enigma to my dreaming;  
no need to more than whisper on the breeze  
the Halcyon on the muddy shore  
sleeps and we are safe;  
no need to speak, our hands entwined  
hearts combine pulses beat in unison;  
conjoined, blessed by nature's law  
let no man put asunder promises  
sworn beneath the Aspen tree.  
Owl and linnet and croaking frog  
witness our communion, bread and wine  
shared with elves and pixies,  
as half-sleep bluebells chime  
and echoes through the branches,  
drift like petals newly born . . .  
two lovers sleeping, hands entwined  
beneath an Aspen tree.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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