On a cool summer morning in Colorado, two lovers are lost in the moment. |
They sat on a large rock overlooking the majestic valley below They hadn't been there long, it was morning, the air cool, the sun low Sometimes conversation isn't necessary, especially when the poetry is right So, they sat there feeling the need to be together, sharing a wondrous sight Across the valley, morning shadows outlined nature's architecture, there was a song bird nearby A small book below flashed brilliant shads of light, the water chorused a calming reply Hope, solitude, togetherness and love, most of all love was the reward they felt Gone from their consciousness was any meaning, they were in rapture, where their hearts dwelt A distant shriek of a Peregrine Falcon was a short expiation from their moments of sublimity Both strained to observe the hunter, a brief reminder of nature's balance and stark hostility A gentle breeze whisked through the cedars and sagebrush, an augmentation transfixing body and soul She tosses her head back, sheer delight stirring emotions of longing outside her control The canyon wall of sandstone visages has brought into being a once in a lifetime fantasy And, the bliss love has written for them has given their souls, inedible abundance daily. " The Astrolabe of the mysteries of god is Love" Rumi. |