Lay upon the moss and
smile in the forest of our love,
Where your beauty made birds sing and my heart soared
Higher than the fleeing dove clouds of summer,
When the cicada and the cricket found the honey bee's hiding place,
When your soft perfumed hair brushed the sweet meadows,
And your ever tender kiss was a sunbeam on my lips.
Beneath the pecan trees and through intricate trails,
We held hands and exchanged glances of endless delight
That return to me in visions of night when love
Seems but a memory although you lie next to me.
Not for a moment, beloved, do I want to strip the bark
Off any tree beautiful to me, though I desire fire,
And the kindling in my mind seems hard to find.
Although storms stir the branches above and the damp
Hangs like a river nymph over our camp,
I know that Cupid in his perpetual youth will strike
My flintlike heart and inspire a spark
In the obsidian night till clear morning's star fires
Reflect in your emerald eyes like twin sapphires,
Awakening my dreams to fulfill all desires.
You fill my arms and on you my hands whisper
With a language God gave us, just us, and we dance
Like winds that whirl around a world with no end.
Deep is the forest and loudly the owl's song calls
To her mate who will answer when she sings well.
If her melody warns, let the field mice tell.
Vicente Reyes
Springtime, 96
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