Remember the taste of the berries,
the chimes of the river
and the stillness in the trees?
Soft grass underneath, and you said,
"No painter ever could capture the fullness of this hour."
Indeed, I agreed, for in my heart, too, a river was swelling, filled with words -
each one a feeling, each one a cloudless spot
in a glen most serene.
And I thought you delightful, like a peaceful summer breeze.
Remember the alcoves in the rugged shore cliffs,
or the daffodils high upon the plains?
We were dancing, the wind all around us,
laughing and embracing
the unpretentiousness of it.
"I could stay here forever," I once thought of saying,
which a lie would have been,
as no moment is an imprint of its next,
and so I preferred to say this:
"With delight, I would shape with you more such moments as this."
And you smiled to the feeling arousing in your heart.
I remember, beloved, more such moments created,
among which we have this.
Photo credit: Caroline Veronez, Unsplash
