Two forms we were, and in the twilight lay,
Rocking softly, arms and legs entwined
Watched above as night conquered the day
And stars formed high above and in our eyes.
A question posed, amid in the mountain breeze -
Which chilled you to the bone, though spring had passed –
“Can we trust what eyes and hearts do see,
Or are these forms mere shades from distant past?”
I bridged the gap between up with a kiss,
And said to you, “What difference could there be?
If they live now is of no consequence,
To us they are alive as you and me.”
I finally grasped, then, gazing in your eyes
In you I’d found my own sweet Paradise.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment