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 trees,
Contentedly coddling in the breeze,
Whispering and stirring as we stroll.
Spontaneously lift your voice in song,
Entwine your tune with the sweet melody
That glad oblivion sings and you shall see
That 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.