If the Moon
Cannot refuse
To reflect
The sunlight glow -

How can
A loving heart
Say "no"?

I wish you would take my hand
and walk away with me.
Conversations may float
from autumn branches
or we may find
that silence is sweeter.
There are wildflowers somewhere

   -waiting-
to wave in the wind.

There is a rock
high on the hill
where distant drums
still pray.

I want to take you there.

Each time he slows bike,
spring blossoms, succulent fruits—
her coy, joyous hug!