It is daylight,
and in the tall trees
the dawn mist lingers on.

How to forget that night I spent with you
in the greening, in the forest glade
amidst the moon-moths and the beautiful ones,
do you recall my love, how silently they played.

How to forget the bliss that round our hearts did flow,
how to forget your beauty in the moonlit glow,
how to forget those quiet hours that passed us by so slow.

How could I keep you
when the star people came and told us
that it was time for you to go,

and yet, Beloved, how could you leave,
how could you journey on,
once inside my heart
there is nowhere else to go.

Tom.