When they met
the sun was sinking
Into the sea
His rays were pinking.
When they met
the stars were twinkling
EastRising Moon out
of clouds was blinking.
Pebbles in the falls
were tinkling.
Like wish coins dropping
into fountains clinking.
Each other's eyelove
they were drinking
and in their souls
did dawn the inkling
that two hearts
were forever linking.
(to Mary Beth and
Michael W)
(in the morning.. the sun once again rose)