There are not hours, in days or nights
when I do not dream of our embrace
I wonder at those sweet delights
You star in darkness shining bright
all lovers glance and full of grace
there are not hours, in days or nights
If I should be your quixotic knight
at windmills tilt with zest apace
I wonder at those sweet delights
In dappled moments my heart takes flight
‘cross these lines of empty space
there are not hours, in days or nights
Where once I doubt this gentle light
nor your heartstrings unlace
I wonder at those sweet delights
If these small words you see me write
and in those you find some place
there are not hours, in days or nights
I wonder at those sweet delights
