We danced about the open glade with childish glee
By casting all our fears adrift upon the night,
And though the dark would swell and threaten in the trees,
Our eyes still shone with love and Nature's pure delight.
And not a flower shrunk despite the absent sun -
The roses and the bluebells watched and stayed the course -
Our golden web of love would never be undone
And ever would it cloak the moss and mountain gorse.
Although the night would lapse by yielding to the dawn,
And every naked footprint left is gone from there,
Upon that glade and by the moon, a love was born,
That resonates and hums amidst the summer air.