The Book Part 12 “Upon midnights stroke upon the hour with rusty wrenching turn of the key, winding weary legs descend this tower to the freedom spray of the beating sea. Hand in hand, and breath held tight soft threading upon moon dew grass, under velvet blanket of a purple night rushing winds make the hour drag past.” “From crown to foot we change attire from castle’s high to trenches dug low, a maiden of love and her humble squire drifting like leaves on the rivers flow. We arrive at rest in an abandoned shed with broken roof of thatch wore thin, welcomed by two in search of a low bed whisking away the worries of their bitten sin.” “I held her deep, in her hair a pillow I linger breathing in her essence warming my heart, a chill, a shiver, a grip of tangled fingers for no wind tonight could wedge us apart. I kissed her slow upon her shoulders ridge she spooned tighter in to our embrace, a river runs through and under a bridge built from heart to heart for loves race.” “The morning arrives with singing birds lances broken thatch with spears of joy, for fear of stirring I lose all choice of words but to kiss her cheek awake to her dreams sigh. Only the lonely as I was for so long wishes for silence with another to last, I have sung in my head and written many a song that for now for recollection are lost to the past.” to be continued…… Aidan Butler
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