The Gift + A Proposal
We three in the twilight
strolled to the overlook,
Stepping through shadow,
below Ursa, big & small.
.
His hand is in his pocket,
a brown speckled pebble in his palm,
from the blooming summer garden
behind their cozy blue house.
She sways in the winds sighing,
my eye fixed on the grasses swaying
in the valley. A hymn on her lips
of longing, undone by circumstance.
Wolves sing before the moonrise,
from a mountaintop, or uncanny wood
as deer breath gathers first
over the fraught and foamy creek,
it hovers then drifts, their companion
overnight til dawn. Fragrances
releasing, like rose pedals
from the wilted flower.
Our familiar tapered whispers
mingle with the birdsong,
a twig snapping, crickets chirp,
dewdrops...
Look! They cry out: a compact is signed
in air, not ink. Tomorrow is Today —
I am witness. The gift accepted,
a promise made.
[Only the young should try this way,
daring to surprise Fate and Destiny
with a dance, by Chance or Choice —
Art in Death’s defiance, born again.]