Lethean Glade

Show me someplace more pleasing than this

Lethean Glade where glad oblivion floats

And sows the sounds of joy, the fluid notes,

Sublimely intricate enthralling bliss,

Of long warm days of sun to soothe the soul,

Of moonglow through the cool sleeping treas,

Contentedly coddling in the breeze,

Whispering and stirring as we stroll.

Sponaneously lift your voice in song.

Entwine your tune with the sweet melody

That glad oblivion sings and you shall see

In this joyous place you can't go wrong

And when I touch you, all the world is this

I sing with glad oblivion when we kiss.

by Jason Paul Fox