Third Poem

It felt
as if we were waltzing in a field of flowers.
With the sun shining effortlessly
to reveal a spectrum of rainbows
dancing below
To the wind whistling through the trees
To the songs of birds hopping from branch to branch
Playfully chirping away
As their wings flap and flutter vibrant colors.
Trees sway to the rythm of our dance
one two three one two three
All the way until the sun sets behind smiling mountains.

The sky shifts hues from pleasant blues
to darker tints of purple
Twinkling stars emerge from their daily reserve
as once colorful fields and groves
transform into shades of grey.
The moon rises above it all
and begins to croon
So that our dance may begin on a sombre tone.
The wolves howl and join
on this minor key lullaby.
The stars begin their accompaniment
A choir of enchanting voices of the night.
My lover and I clasp our hands and embrace.
one two three one two three
Trading only a caress and a smile
Until our feet grow weary

I finally reach down
To grab a handful of flowers
and rip them from the Earth.
Precious flowers of colorful fields and groves
Whose aura emanates like light of celestial orbs
And penetrates our hearts
with thorns of passion.
One by one I collect them
So that I may decorate my beloved.

Her face, soft and graceful
like birds soaring across the surface of the moon.
Her eyes, deep and beautiful
like water reflecting patterns traced by the stars.
Her spirit, strong and majestic
like the trees overhanging the river.

If only
     She whispers to me
          If only we could remain here forever.
               I wish we could just stay here,
                    where it will always be beautiful.

As do I, Beloved.
     But our dreams are as blossoms
          They all must wither and die.

Their ashes must be carried off
by the wind; and spread across
oceans of desire that struggle
to reach the sky.
     No matter how immense the waves form,
          the moon and sun will never
               hear them beckoning