Wishing Well
Ohh moonlight, ohh moonlight cast thyne golden spell
Waiting patiently for my love, by the old wishing well
A reflection that shimmers in midnights darkest hour
To appear from the shadows, springs first flower
So drift from my sleep and take her hand in mine
Kisses from her lips, so sweet and divine
To pause and to stare into eyes so deep
Black pools of magic, heaven could not keep
Entranced and entwined we dance with the night
With the wind in our sails, the moon in our sight
To sip from these pools of heaven or hell
Until dawn doth awaken like chiming of a bell
In depths of the water my love she doth flow
Reflection of beauty shroud in suns first glow
For now I sit and wait by the well
Until the sun sinketh down and our love shall excel
Written by Andrew Cogan, first posted to the People's Poetry Bookshelf on 19 April 2013.
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