A Time for Change:

Her voice eases the stillness of my life,
She offers comfort in her words and in her timbre;
I've never known her and wonder if I ever might,
Yet she knows me as well as any that time remembers.

Her image is but a vapor in the reaches of my thoughts,
Like a dappled star faded in mornings light;
Like a mountains climb with no hand holds to be sought,
I am felled by her quiet laughter so bright.

She speaks and my world settles close about me,
My eyes close under a cloak of wonder and calm;
My being soars to imagine one such as she,
I am held captive in the delicate embrace of her palm.

With unseeing eyes I strain to envision,
How a single precious gaze upon her could be;
Would my heart to her care be forever imprisoned,
Or should cruel reality cause such hope to flee.

I doubt there are many that would call me the fool,
Yet deny me not this time for a dream;
To set upon waters that gather to pool,
Imaginations adrift on a mountain stream.

The dawn is now herald and the night shall soon sleep,
She gathers herself to my side;
We wait for the sun o'er the valley to sweep,
For this one day we together may abide.

Hushed whispers of love and devotion endear,
One touch and a single kiss so sweet;
She in an instant shattered my every worry and fear,
My love for her doubled, my life replete.

Just one day to wander the forest deep,
About this land God hath grant me loan;
Amongst curious eyes which glitter and peep,
To share in the joy her laughter hath shown.

Upon branches of birch Autumn's song is played,
While dancers of gold take to their perch;
And with each breath of Fall a tapestry laid
To guide us, the secrets of love to search.

Through archways of boughs, alder do bend,
Along streams whose water's take no rest;
And rise to the ridgeline, on which the canyon depend,
At the call of this dream's behest.

And we amongst the hazel fields tarry,
Stolen moments, we hand in hand;
Do memories to our soon past should carry,
Before time escapes and we apart must stand.

For as the evening gathers the last of the light,
Broken rays through downy clouds cast;
I turn and your vision has taken to flight,
Like a wisp of smoke from a flame now past.

The stillness of night must settle once more,
And I through my sorrow must glean;
The reasons I dared to open that door,
For the purpose I dared to dream.

R.S.
July 17th, 2009