Witness

I wish we had made love in the emerald grass
under a sky filled with storm clouds,
glints of sunlight shining incandescent on our skin
signaling birds in flight to swoop and dive,
plucking the bounty the Earth had to offer…
only to find they were mistaken.

Pulling up at the last moment,
they let loose their song and soar into the heavens…

witness to our union

in the emerald grass
under a sky filled with storm clouds.

(June, 2004)