Tossing Pebbles

Of stones (and/or) pebbles
I do prefer the latter
Like a quiver filled

Or an arrow loosed
Though with sting soft transmuted
A lover's quarrel

Or a crossbow's string
A wooden frame augmented
Like dust in the wind

Or fruit on the vine
Would my lover deign to pick
Apple of my eye?

Or mind a dreaming?
When I will tell you no lies
Though true whilst at rest

Or by light of day
For my eyes sparkle for you
Starry eyed by love

Or by moonlit skies
Vault this vault, spring forth in spring
Be sunset and vine

Or creep like shadow
Promising a (single/fleeting) time
Is not all we'll share 

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