The Midnight Lady
Of moonlit pools with reflections deep,
And the mountains of Venus rising up in the distance,
Basking in the balmy ebb and flow of the midnight breeze,
Rolling over the mountains and into the beautious landscape,
Down to the valley of trees making them bow in adoration,
Echoes dance around the trees of the soft trickle of the honeyed stream,
Amidst the deep valley of the Midnight Lady.
By Adrian Baillie
