Meadow (of love)

We frolic in a blossoming meadow,

Lulled by the winds’ soft sigh,

Gazing up through the canopy

At the wonders of the night sky.

 

We feel the gentle brush of our lips;

Hear the deep breathes of our lust;

Sway on unsteady legs in the force of

Love’s powerful and intangible gust.

 

We bask in heavenly light, floating

On tranquil waters as time stands still,

At peace in the present, confident in

What fate will write with its omniscient quill.

 

In this meadow, love is all around,

Adrift in a land left to be found.