recall that sunny summer day honey
in the fields of straw and bees
busy so flitting and turning our ways touching
as the flowers did invite the nectars to be drank
like two hummingbirds we sang to
Van Morrison
then blushed under that willow tree
her limbs like a silken veil
on a bed in a palace made by God for
two souls flying performing
under a blue sky of August
in a field of golden reeds and dreams
a sweet nectar knows her destination
and we  knew instincts love
and nature
it was worth remembering
(even if it never happened)