I. The Belly of June
In the belly of June came the daintiest tune, the sweetest noon and a lover's swoon. The plains begot a festival of flowers; scented showers with intoxicating powers. Fresh blue sky, passion nigh, too young to die, feet to fly.
Born to be poor, this woman he adored. With long locks and stunted clocks, her beauty came a shock. Her spirit he kept, his heart had wept, and in the bottom of the sea she slept. Yet here she was, his dove, his love, sent to him as if from above.
They'd become one and the same, and in this place came no shame. A lover's hand, forever grand, in this: their Promised Land.
Inspired by Horse Feathers' The Belly of June. I tend to write a lot of Clerithy things while listening to this particular band. Their music is reminiscent of the calm countryside; very folky.