Love in The Afternoon...

Birds tweet,
Birds fly in a flutter,
Their wings meet the sky,
They sing and rustle with tweets again,
Butterflies dance,

My voice meets the air as I walk about thy garden,
The rays of sun bounce off my bonnet,
I see a figure standing there,
There I wander and I stand as eye an eye meet,
They both stand.
For time has set them apart for a season,
But now they meet again with wringing hands.

The waters trickle in the spring,
The fountain is silent and the air dry,
No storm in the distances,
Only one in the heart.

Silent is what meets the eyes and what the ear hears,
Not a step made not a word spoken,
Just one silent glance,
Just one smile shown,
The two people here and there,
Gladly watching eachother. 

Kassidy R. M. Burke