Come somnambulate with me
Through silver-touched night gardens
Where the oil-black stream slips slowly by
And poppies nod by winding paths
Slow night-dark heads in off-beat time.
Come somnambulate with me.
Come somnambulate with me
And breath the garden’s dark night-scents
And feel the velvet touch of ferns
And taste the moonlight on your tongue
And press warm feet on dew-cool grass.
Come somnambulate with me.
Come somnambulate with me.
Come take my hand and sleep-walk now
Side by side and step for step
Through the garden till we find
A moss-bed soft where we may lie
Entwined, at last to sleep.
The word of the day on Artwiculate 6th November 2012 was Somnambulate.