Brass / words / 2005 / Wide

August 5, 2005

hands reached out
the blue dances blindly
around my fingertips
around her. around us.

			I see her shining through
			through closed eyes. she
			smiles so peacefully on
			my bliss.

traveling from fields
of wandering green
we hold each other
forever. forever.

            the wind smiles on us too
            together we were meant
            to be. together with that
            harmony.

this is some dance.
she follows my lead.
I know that this is where
we are meant to be.

            I hear those birds. but I
            don’t see those trees.  just
            those fields of green.
            those fields of mercy.

basking, spread wide on
that green.  we laugh like
children.  we smile without
time.  we have finally 

			finally
			
realized our truth.