We laughed under the starlit mists of summer’s
moonlit meadows-
far from the world though resting on its surface-
letters filled the air like dust motes in the afternoon,
words drifted through the grass like fingers through
strands of hair-
where were we,
I wondered-
where was it that love speckled the air like snowflakes-
where does the earth end,
and the world begin-
quiet-
silence fills the space as if the world has abandoned
itself-
as if the only voices heard are pounding within the walls of
our hearts,
and sleeping on our lips-
where was it that love speckled the air like snowflakes-
where was it that sunshine filled our lungs
and thunder rattled our bones-
we laughed under the starlit mists of summer’s
moonlit meadows-
far from the world, though resting on its surface-
where were we,
I often wondered*