Arise, my Love!
            The night is young
with varied verses
            to be sung
in cobbled streets
            ‘neath starry climes,
away from eyes
            & darker times.

Arise, my Love!
            Throw wide the sash!
Our kin have fallen
            one and last.
No one’s awake
            to foil our flight.
The day has dimmed
            and we are night.

Arise, my Love!
            I bid thee rise
& shame the moon–
            though vaunted high–
for candles naught
            she holds to thee
but bends her beams
            to bow a knee.

Arise, my Love!
            & we will go
to watch the waves
            where out they flow
to leave the land
            til dawn returns
& stroke the sun
            when daylight burns.

Arise, my Love!
            from far off sleep;
true dreams know naught
            of counted sheep
nor distant worlds
            where Somnus stands
but press in pairs
            & knitted hands.

Arise, my Love!
            The hour’s nigh;
the night is brief
            & breath slips by.
But time is stilled
            where lovers meet,
to whisper hope
            with lips replete.