A song of you and me

We used to sit in the dusk
In the honeysuckled wind
Each of us in pleasant solitude
Holding hands in the dimming still

Happy hearts beating
the coming of night
Spinning dreams
as the dark birthed stars

In the orchard glen,
in peaks of cloves
We listened to spring’s
wordless rhymes
Composing a life
In the moon’s mellow
Magic light.