The Night Road Poem by Julian Mann

I'll meet you along the night road,
Not far from where an orchard showed
To me some lapping waters new,
For me at least, though more than a few
Lovers have gazed through to stones
Which seem to be time's very bones;
And then draw away eyes to a hill
That holds a river's promise still
In a grove where, softly blowing on leaves,
Walks desire herself, and aching breathes
Till grasses lean and bushes yearn
And desire lies down among the ferns.