Daily Rendezvous

I walk, adrift and lost, in fields of gold

At break of dawn, to find the gal I miss.

The she whose presence fills my life with bliss

With words that always leave my heart consoled.

The feathered minstrels sing at break of day

While in this darkness, silence has my pen

As beg I she return to me again,

To comfort me with words, and fears allay.

The three and sixty past, her visits few

And far between, yet each was nectar filled.

This love we share is all I would pursue

And my heart’s choice, a daily rendezvous.

My ev’ry thought, on what we two can build,

My only care since she last bid adieu.