The Beachy Road

On the beachy road

filled with golden grass,

motion in the wind

and watch your worries pass.

Keeping to the plan

and meeting them at noon,

I never would have tasted

the love I did that June.

Coming to a corner,

walking straight ahead,

listen to the wind

and wade the river bed.

Feeling too alone,

the coldness hits my feet.

I wander out the trees,

into the sun for heat.

Happening upon

an orchard down a hill,

shaded by an apple tree,

a girl with eyes to kill.

A momentary death

of portions of my sum,

I gently raise my hand,

she motions me to come.

Heavy chest and shoulders,

sunlight in my eyes,

swishing through the grass

and face to face, she sighs.

A warm bag of apples

hanging on her arm,

tight, little nose

and lips of wit and charm.

Beginning, my name is,

I stop with nothing more,

holding up her finger she

says let not us bore,

Let’s be closer

Let's be true,

Vague in nothing

We say we do,

Let’s be poets

Writing love,

History till time above.

Longing in my eyes,

I take a closer look.

With my arms around her,

we fold up like a book.

Oh, how the stars would shine,

if stars there would have been,

lighting all the signs

to bring us together again.

Hugging till the fears

lost face in time.

Folding down to sit

and love by pantomime.

Handing me an apple,

she smiles from within.

Laying under a tree,

my world begins to spin.

Ablaze with love I chatter on

about the ways I’ve been.

Across my heart my fingers dabble,

admitting every sin.

Hurting just a little,

I listen to her voice,

a life much more brittle

with pain in every choice.

Forgetting all my friends,

dreaming till at last

sleeping, warm and pleasant,

dreams that go by fast.

Was it in the morning

or later in the day?

I awoke with emptiness,

an orchard filled with gray.

Can’t believe she’s gone,

standing up I see

she left me several apples,

or are they from the tree?