A Poem Of Love

Beneath a planters moon,
My love and I do abide.
The stars of the Heavens stare down unblinkingly,
They cannot look away.
We are joined by a gentle breeze,
That has come to caress us and to celebrate the oldest dance of man.

The morning doves nestle in the pines above us,
And sing of a union immortal and wondrous.
The grass rises up to hold us tenderly,
As We draw together in this leafy bower.

All of Nature holds its collective breath,
As two mortals prepare to collide,
With a power greater than holds,
The planets in their eternal coil.

I draw my Lover closer and feel the beating of her heart,
The warmth of Her kiss; the gentle touch of Her hand.
I try to tell my Love of the feelings that overwhelm me,
She silences me with the soft touch of Her finger to my lips.

“More Rock, Less Talk, stupid!”

This is based loosely on a true story. Flannery actually looked me in the eye and said "More Rock, Less Talk! Get on with it stupid!" I've never heard a more loving phrase from anyone.

Doc