Journey

Here together

on distinct journeys,

we share a moment

and pretend,

to nest our heart,

on a limb

that blows in the wind.

Our boughs bend

and thrash,

to tomorrows breeze.

We plummet to the next.

my dear, my darling,

I bend as far as I can,

bend toward me.

When the wind stirs

our hearts nest,

the quiet of the night,

cools your touch

my burning heart.

Draw fire, let it burn

and smolder,

in the night.

We have this time

tomorrow may not.

Our journeys take us

to destinations unknown.

This evening is mine,

I yours,

forever in time.

            Don Stewart © 2017