The Memories

Yonder lies my lover,
She waits for me,
Across the flowing meadow,
Beneath a Willow tree.

Gracing all the greenery,
Sunlight falls about,
Plying shadows on her face,
Giving thought to me.

Go, I ever slowly,
Towards the Willow tree,
That she lies beneath,
Nestled in a bed of daisies,
With a coverlet of fern.

Softly lies her shadow,
Among flowers and fern,
Softened by the early light.
Love is the mood,
For this moment,
Enraptured,
By our presence.