Your arms outstretched to receive me as
I fall from the stars, clothed in the light of the Moon.And you, risen from the Earth to take me
to the tree beneath which we lay, the grass as our
bed and the air our blanket, the birds and the breeze
as music around us.Flowers in my hair, spreading their perfume
though the air. You smile as I dance before you and
add your laughter to their song.We come together, in this paradise, this garden
of Eden, where I shall kneel before you and offer the
fruit so sweet.Yet it will not be denied, and we shall not be cast out.
For this is how it was meant to be, in the beginning and now,
simple and perfect.-August 29, 2001