LOvers’ LN

D,

Sweet whispers in the wind

through tawny wood nights,

we kept last evening’s promise

in the morning summer air. 

Honeysuckle and quick kisses,

Baby’s breath and future wishes,

we stay lost in every

moment of pause. 

I, a lone rider in a sea of green, 

my compass, 

once askew, 

now due anywhere 

with you.

-A