His face meets the plane of horizon
Her hand swings by her side                in broad strokes
His eyelids fall with the rain
Crashing over the moon in the ocean

And stretching along like the hum of the…
Breaking apart as the fine china punishes the tiles
In loud shouts, he knows the name
And speaks only in whispers

As a willow brushes along the blades
And lays in peace among the Green
She smiles with the sun
His footsteps, the frost.

And staring into the clouds in silence
Of all the gray and black would
Laugh and grin with eyes that bind
Spellbound, as the lightning strikes

And the rain falls.

The breath
The sigh
The warmth
And the ice
Washing away in a single sweep
A time
And a kind breeze caresses her shoulders
And his hands open
With sand and snow.

She presses her back to the world
He counts the steps
She hears the word
With an echo and gasp.

He opens his eyes
She smiles through the tears
And opens her hands
And the grass and the sun and she laughs.