Once upon a time, you loved me with a sacred love.
You took my shaking hand in yours and led me to the fields of wild birds.
The birds nested in the long, still grasses that only waved when we passed through,
but we disturbed them with our tread and about our heads they flew.
In tumult and splendor and high, shrill calling
they up and in, and in and out, and rising, whirling, falling.
Your hand upon my arm, with vibrant, strong delight,
tightened hold when in surprise, the wild birds took flight.
And soaring ‘bove to the blue-gray sky, I felt your heart wing from your chest,
For intertwined and interknitted are our two beating breasts.
Higher, higher, ascending, soaring, your flight up to the clouds,
and with a wrench my own heart followed, soaring after yours.
Our heads were tilted to the sun, and with a sweep of your arm,
You gave me all the world.
There in the field of wild birds, beneath the red and glistening sun;
amongst the silent grasses hushed from motion,
You gave it with a question.
You swept the whole expanse of earth, and with full sweep,
came back to me, both hands upon my arms.
You looked deep, deep into me, and gave me all the world.
I welcomed you with bated breath, gasping with the weight of it.
The birds, unseen, they settled down, beside our still and staring forms;
nestled again beneath the grasses, safe in their own nesting homes.
And once again my own heart beating, pulsing one with yours.
We had one heart, now, you and I, and your arms held on to mine.
Image 1: Artpassions.net, Arthur Rackham
Image 2: Elizabeth Russell