Simple Song Poem by John Rickell

Come sweet be my mistress
let me be your lover
desires to share and share alike.
This secret moss-deep hollow
curled in bliss and dreams
where none have shared before;
ours and ours alone to believe
as lovers through the ages.
Heaven from skies blending earthly passion
(more substance than the clouds) .
Heed not those bird songs
they love all day
watching kestrel and the kite,
as we those prying eyes.
Would we could share, we have enough,
proud of that we have, ours, ours alone.
Tonight the faun will take this hollow.
Three hours to the midnight owl;
moon and stars to light us home,
take and let me give; give and let me take.
A simple tale beside the winter hearth
those who love and read my song
will understand, yes you'll understand.