The mountain's midnight in the month of April,
As I stand outside the cabin door.
The embers still glow from the fire within,
And the fire in me burns so brightly once more.
I've been here before, but not in a dream;
Yes, perhaps in a bad dream come true.
But all bad thoughts drift out with the sound of the brook,
From a night spent together with you.
You lay sleeping now, but hear the words that I say,
And feel my thoughts flowing through you.
You've awakened a love I've known never before,
And one which was never so true.
Copyright 2003, Twilight Lands Music
Poems From The Red Salon, 2008
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Tesluk Poetry 
