My sandy land's forgotten

In fresh air
soul blue without flesh
moon - the sun's ghost -
brightened as first chords
of the song I like best
thrill me, we walk
through dusk falling
in Love

on paths beside
not long sown wheat
grown to rows of small green stars
their chill needle roots
neatly stitch the heavy curves
of your rich brown fields

towards a hill of trees
"I've never been that far"
you say. The flat ching ching
of coins, rooks call, flock
swirling iron filings to a magnet
we can't know : black glitter
on sky aching as I
for your kiss

this
is
bliss

space reaches, stretches
happiness
to embrace you, touch
now's magic

we plan to go there
take a picnic
turn back laughing
at feet heavy with clay
but this day's perfect
and will be endless
with you, free