Over June Lane

Over June LaneMiranda,As you move between the rocks,Gold as the sun your uncut locks,And turn in its light,The long night coming from over the sky,Oh I never, in all my days,Knew a gaze that rivalled yours. No I never, though I went so far,Met the girl that you areIn any teeming town. Miranda,You and I in a tiny shop,On a corner in a street When England was sunny,And the morning late,And free from the gate of a child-filled schoolYou waited that I take you Hand-led to the hill. Only you, Miranda And a setting of the sun,Only you by the shadowy rockYou lay your hand upon,The water twisting in the wood,The high dark waiting to come,When you dreamt in the grass and your voice was mute And all the safe daylight gone. Only you, Miranda,And a wordless voice of love,On leaves above a heedless town,Ever golder your hairIn a high moon lifting. Only you Miranda,And a dusk upon the hill,And what I say in certain suns,On fields a long-gone girl had run in,Is like a longing for a morning,Gardens wet we met and ran in,With the see-through river ringingIn the dark of a silent wood.