On green and golden fields I walk with thee
Pausing beneath the shadow of a tree,
Whose leaves are absorbing the sun's hot rays
where we rest in ease on this pleasant day.
I know these things to be not what they seem
I walking with thee in a waking dream;
If I could remain never would I wake
With thee, my queen, in endless walks to take.
With thy fingers stroking the verdant grass
We soon rise and scale the high mountain pass
Together creating scenes of immense
Pleasure in colors delighting the senses;
Alive, vivid, in portraits of desire
Expansive landscapes tinged with golden fire,
Mountains of red rock framed against the blue
Ever climbing till their peaks retreat from view
Canvassed with layers of white cloud drifts
The mountains straining appearing to lift
Themselves from their earthly bonds creating
Gapping chasms where they once stood, quaking
As they move hither to new realms staking
Out claims and reestablishing footholds,
Perhaps in climes not as barren or cold.
And I with thee, no longer chained or bound
Freed from the burdens of thy heavy crown.
But so much more could I create for thee
In the wholeness of love a kingdom be
And in this wholeness a sovereign light
Illuminating the span of immortal night,
This immortal night in wholeness with thee
Where even the mountains long to be free.
I place my claim around this peaceful rill
And grasp time in my hand and hold it still
That thou might breathe today in freest breath
Escaping the grip of purposeless death,
Death that came to thee on that fated day
And stole thou from me, imprisoned away,
I feel the soft touch of thy hand in mine
Releasing ourselves to the wretchedness of time.
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