between
the place
where truth recalled –
fingers trace
forever
worlds beyond
the weary reach of fate
folds
and constellations
secrets
made to share
endearing me
a lifetime –
but a kiss
a sigh
the same as music
was calling me to home
warmth
I knew –
you’d change
the locks
one day
rusted rhyme
to silence me –
adapts a knowing smile
of pastures walked
in step with you
beside
a night before
eternities to miss
. . .
What stars come out to shine on country roads and pastures grown over with grass …?
…….those lured from hiding by the song of crickets, lovers unashamed to wish……….
There never were any locks ! 🙂
thank heavens for that……….. 🙂