Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Under The Stars
As we lazily lounged upon the grass
under the twinkling midnight stars
my lady whispered in my ear:
Graze upon my soft lips my love
and if those lovely hills be dry
stray lower where the pleasant
streams lie and bask in the glow of
the wondrous fountains of my sweet
love my dear.
Donavon Scott Vinson