dappled sundrops
scattered by breeze rustled trees
edge a meadow flecked with wild color,
like the careless splatterings from an artist's brush
over a canvas of green

a winding trail, secreted and shadowed
leads to this forgotten, verdant field

in the sky above
soft feathers of clouds
float on azure June skies

gentle spring zephyr's carry
the meadow's fragrance to our senses
as we walk slowly
your hand in mine
speaking of nothing
yet everything

~~~~~

"meet me in our special place" was your whispered plea

the place where velvet meets stone
where lover meets lover
a cathedral put there by God
for two lost souls to find

green velvet
cradles us in it's mossy arms
as our passion melts
flowing like the brook nearby
over the stones of trouble
and falling over the waterfall of despair
carrying us far, far away
into that place
where life cannot dim
the love we share

crashing thunder
mimics the world's disdain
for the passions they know nothing of

and light like a stained glass kaleidescope
shatters through me
as you gently, so gently
touch your lips to mine