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Chronicler of Love
Chronicler of Love
Do you remember when we became lovers? Moonbeams
Were like recording angels under the forest canopy and
Filmed our first kiss as a Hollywood cinematographer
We laughed during the warmth of that first spring
We became lovers then; from then on our hearts
Knew no separation and our fate was decided.
The hollycocks grunted and the cat-tails swayed
Over blue grass as if it heard the rhythm of the
Plaintive hemlocks dancing in consort with moonbeams
We had clandestine meetings with the moss at night
And secret tryst in cemeteries as the tufts of grass
Were privy to our stay there; everywhere became sacred.
During that subsequent winter, snowflakes mimicked the
Patterns of the designs of our love and trees swayed in the
Wind as we approached as if to extend their branched arms
No one could pretend that they loved as much nor could it
Be chronicled by any balladeer or singer of odes for the
Moonbeams and the stars became our chronicler of love
