No Alarms Poem by Mindy Browne

Sitting here, holding your hand,
Under the old Willow tree.
Gnarly branches, its trunk so grand,
I feel so happy and free.

Underneath the deep night sky,
Leaning into your warm arms.
You say I must leave but why?
We have no alarms.

We lean against eachother,
Cloaked in the dark of the night.
He's betraying his mother,
We'll stay here till light.

An owl hoots above,
Things scurry in the night.
We feel like we're in love.
Everything is just right.