Commune

I thought I heard the sound of my name and I looked back down behind me

And with hair like the ripened wheat she came, sure as the west wind to find me

And just for a moment I wished my life to see our friends all around us

And I turned to her but I held my breath in the far Norwegian mountains.

For there we stood two children of spring as everything seemed to be gleaming

Her looking breathless clean out of my mind and me with my crazy dreaming

To think of my friends underneath the same roof in one common destination

When all we do is remain aloof like we have no close relation.

And love is my torment and I'll take when I can

But I'll give in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man.

And I watched her makin' her first daisy chain as her nipples hung hard in suggestion

And naked, gnat-bitten we drifted fain in the hazy deserved sensation

And we dreamt of all the loves we'd known and we never never thought of the sorrow

With forelocks wound over primrose down in the wood by the emptin long barrow

Two silver greenflies to flicker the backdropping, lush of the emerald springtime

To lust for a moment in love of another is dust on a dragonfly's wing.

And love is no torment for we'll give when we can

And we'll live in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man.

And the blackcap sings and the forest rings, the nettles tall around me

With shafts of sun and moving things and poems fast and slowly

And fantasies of luscious thirst for new lust and fresh waters to seek it

Like diamonds set in realities of skies drawn back in secret

But somewhere out there with my heart in her care and her prayers in the breezes that caught them

She sits like the earth as I fly to her arms like the showering yellows of autumn

And love is no torment for we'll give when we can

And we'll live in the moment when she is my woman and I am her man.