Together we caressed the
evening;
running our fingers through the long soft breeze,
where naught the rain fell in sad torrents.
We penetrated the darkness
so that we
might better know each other;
for what better way is there for two souls
to meet but through art?
We rolled like the soft
green hills and
smiled sunshine of the truth
as we explored depths in each other
as yet unfathomed; but for what
better way than through art?
Softly parting the clouds we
rose to
heavens above the staccato sounds
of the world around;
and gently we spoke the silent words
that only lovers could possibly know.
geoff 8/15/84