She sat between his bent knees
on the grassy bank at the water's edge.
His arms wrapped around her waist as
she leaned back in contentment's rest
against the quiet calm of his chest,
holding hands, fingers laced.
Sated by the sun's warm silence,
each knew what the other was thinking.
In too few hours, the same linen sky that they
sat beneath, would carry him away.
For now, they would share the same breath
and try to slow time.
The sun danced with the wind on the
lake's mirrored surface, turning each
translucent ripple into diamond facets of light.
The same spark reflected in hushed tears
on flushed cheeks.
"I wanted to take you to the ocean" he whispered.
"I wanted to be the one to give that to you, to see
your face when you saw it for the first time.
Then, I wanted to see it through your eyes."
But time would not allow that wish
to be granted. For fall was fading.
Still, what had been shared, would not
ever allow winter's regret to set in.
He stood and held out his hand,
lifting her up to meet his waiting kiss.
A kiss that kept so many promises,
it changed the season, then set the sun.
He couldn't give her the ocean,
so instead he gave her the sky.
[This message has been edited by Janet Marie (03-11-2002 07:27 AM).]