Jonathan H. Scott - THE STAG

I stay, in silence, waiting in the dawn,
Your body lying gently close to mine.
With dewdrops falling softly from the trees,
I ponder if our souls will intertwine.

For long, too long, what should have been as one
Diverged when came two paths deep in the wood.
While faithful lovers know each other's heart,
We only guessed whereon the ground we stood.

Your rhythmic breathing masks what truth be told
In light of day, when all will be laid bare,
While spirits dance because they're fancy free,
With feigned commitment to the love we share.

All through the night you slept and barely stirred
As Venus and the moon together cling—
Now, shorter grows the reach of autumn days,
And, yet, his song the Nightingale will sing.

Jonathan H. Scott

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