Post by Scy on Jan 27, 2007 0:05:48 GMT -5
Endless Union
On a pale spring morning with dew covering grass I see my breath still cloud before me and I listen
To the steady rhythm of the branches of trees
Still creaking
From snow-billowing Winter and the steady, pulsing sounds
Of new life awakening from the long sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep will no longer happen
In this morning of Rebirth,
When fawns spring about
And newly hatched birds blindly beg for parents to feed them.
When tadpoles can be seen
Swimming under a pond’s surface
And squirrels heard chattering relentlessly.
I watch you though
And I listen,
Mystified with wonder at the sound of your hypnotic voice
As pure as the river flows.
I gaze at you
With your silent gait
And I watch you carefully
And gently place a helpless chick
Back in its nest
With you smiling
Like you have been in its place before.
I can hear your singing,
Like bells among the willows
With their newly budded leaves
And you with early blooming flowers
Braided into your fair hair.
This season is also
When love is found among the animals;
I think I too
Have found a love.
Yes,
You my lady whom I adore so.
I think you are my love
And although I know not whether you know of me,
I hope I will become to you as you are to me
For Love
Is an endless union.