Commune

I thought I’d heard the sound of my name

And I looked back down behind me

With hair Like the reaped wheat she came

Sure as the west wind to find me

And just for a moment I wish my life

To see our friends all around us

And I turned to her

But held my breath

In the far Norwegian mountains

For there we stood two children of spring

As everything seemed to be gleaming

Her looking breathless, clean out of my mind

And me with my crazy dreaming.

To think of my friends underneath the same roof

In one common destination.

When all we do is remain aloof.

Like we have no close relation......

And love is my torment....

And I’ll take when I can....

But I'll give in the moment...

When you are my woman,

I am your man.

And I watched her making her first daisy chain

As her nipples hung hard in suggestion

Naked, Net bitten we drifted the plain

And the hazy deserve sensation

We dreamt of all the loves we'd know

We never, never thought of the sorrow

With four locks wound on the prim-rose down

In the wood by the empty long barrow

Two silver green-fly. To flicker the back dropping

Flush for the emerald spring-time

And lust for the moment, in the love of another’s.

Is dust on a dragon-fly’s wing.

And love is no torment.

For we'll give when we can'

And we'll live in the moment.

When you are my woman. I am your man.

And the black cat sings and the forest rings

The nettles tall all around me.

With shafts of sun and moving things

And poems fast and slowly

And fantasy’s of luscious thirst

For new lust and fresh waters to seek it.

Like diamond scented reality,

Of sky’s drawn back in secret

Somewhere out there with my heart in care

And pleasant the breezes, that caught them

She sits like the earth as I fly to her arms

Like the showering yellows of Autumn

And love is no torment.

For we'll give when we can'

And we'll live in the moment.

When you she is my woman. I am her man.