Wild out of the gate, it was a flume ride
dive headlong, as if we had eight days to live.

This early evening across the valley now is calm.
One day's fallen away, since our half-goodbye.

And love has surprised me,
flows for me

without you, and then
there you are -- in messages.

At the park pond a harvest moon,
riding low, smiles at me.

An owl sudden against the dark-shadowed mountain
flusters the sky with her thrush of wings.

Across the dark water a lone duck murmurs,
as he beds down in the reeds.

Where O where have all the tender hearts gone?
My heart floods with the simplest delights.

My love for you arises.

You are nearer to me than the tip of my tongue.
Rose scent of you I taste. Palm open to palm.

O, happy long life! You see?
True and prosperous!

Elsewhere, everywhere in the night brightening sky
we two are up and free.