
sparkling seas, reminiscent
of sparkling eyes,
as they laid upon
me that very first time
among
the open trees,
where we laid
so quietly
awaiting
the presence,
or stirring, of some
other kind of mention
oh,
how sublime
it is in reflection
not known
by name,
only ever by the
feeling that came
forth
in that moment,
as we held hands,
and looked up
at the opening,
so vast, ah, the beauty
is here at last
will it stay
was not even
a question we asked
there was
no need, as we began
to climb from the field
into the air, and whispered
among the trees songs,
so sincere,
and beautiful in contrast
a melody,
cast from shadows,
as they dance among the
gallows, and halls,
of times shallow walls
jumped over
so quick,
we were thin footed,
and running
in two,
we then split
as we
gathered up
momentum
and brushed
ourselves with
the winds, and broke
melancholy on a whim