I so wanted to take you
into the woods that day--
     home--
but the world encroached,
robbing us of chance
     and time.
Still, there  are many woods
to stir our hearts.
I will find you one,
on one of those bright
and blameless days.
One summer morning
when the warm, familiar sun
     floods down,
and our shadows
hide beneath the bridges
     of our souls.
You"ll turn and look
     at me --
and I will feel
the skin of your eyes
     quiver.