riding bareback
in the moonlight
down across the pasture
to where the woods begins.
we tie the horses,
and make our way down
to the creek bank
you search for dead branches
while i clear a spot
you can hear the owl
the turtle, and the song
the water sings over the rocks
in the firelight i begin
again the long journey
of knowing you
rediscovering every niche
and crevice, naming
every star in your sky
nothing else exists
anywhere beyond
touch, taste, and feel
and the sound of
your heart beating
lost inside mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the stolen moments that make life sweet, great writing.