Lovers Amidst The Star Fields Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Has the forest and the wind spoke?
Have you heard the gleaning voice?
Pure with moons of Beethoven
Chopin wants to return home
Magnetic fields like monarch butterflies
Valleys where childhood smiles
Wordsworth knows the deep call
Quiet bucolic days that whisper innocents
Walks that graze the twilight
The sky anoints every true searcher

Will you walk the sea like a saint?
Will you feel the pure vision?
Passion needs grounding
Your intense kiss needs meadows
We are spiritual and nature surrounds
Stars will always preach mystery
Dawn belongs to the angels
Will your love have a narrow gate?
Beauty is a road for the quiet soul
Shall we hold hands as the moon rises?

Lovers amidst the star fields