Come gently, oh, garland of clouds!
Come softly, for my love sleeps
lost in the slopes and sounds
of a golden dream of destiny.
Don’t let your thunder startle
my loving dove out of her sweet dream
of rainbow-colored vistas of delight.
Let me feast my eyes on angelic innocence.
Give us a few moments, oh, sailing clouds!
before you stop by and drench us
in your cool shower of falling rain,
before you chase us back into the midst
of a material world where there’s no
chance for us to get lost in the lap
of nature’s soothing surrounds
that let me bask in her divine beauty.
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Cited in the Romance/Love Newsletter(May 1st week) by Steph B.
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