thepath

The Path

We walk together hand in hand, arm in arm,
Walking, talking, laughing.
Hearts touching, souls sharing, for the moment joined as one.
The wooded path we walk has come alive with Spring;
The sun is shining, flowers are blooming....the birds.....
Singing a raphsody just for you and me.

On we walk, reveling in nature's display of color and sound,
The forest is thick, so full of life, we loose all track of time.
Up ahead the pathway forks, one going left, one going right;
We stop and look, then as one, we take the left and continue on.
We walk on, oblivious to all but nature, unaware our hearts now
beat as one.
Through beauty, peace and serenity, we now commune in quiet
harmony.

The path breaks into an open field,
An island of clover and grass, surrounded by trees on all sides.
Butterflies and thistledown are floating on the breeze.....
Bathed in the colors of the setting sun.....magic is in the air.
Hand in hand, we walk to the center of this newfound paradise
And face to face, we embrace; the butterflies doing a sensual aerial
dance.

Day's last light gives way to evening's mysterious dusk....
Fireflies replace butterflies---earthly stars flitting here and there.
The magic transports us to a different plane, void of the world
outside.
I am aware only of the luminous depths of your eyes, the feel of your
skin, the beating of your heart.
Your awareness centers only on my touch, my kiss, my eyes...looking
into yours.
We slowly sink into a lush bed of clover....passion under nature's
canopy.

Dusk is gone, darkness has descended, a full moon illuminating the
night.
We are together completely at last, we hold, touch, embrace, caress.
We talk and laugh, reveling in our new found passion.
As the sun climbs its way into the eastern sky,
We join hands and walk back up the path wondering.....
Was it real? Was it a dream? .........or just maybe, was it magic?