For Her Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

After the frost left us, and all that shines
gave birth to new light,
We held our hands together, in the orchard.
And every day the dying western sky
would paint his Majesty: not for
the world, but for those moments, that
No one else could pierce, within
A heaven of our own.
And as the light gently faded, our
Fingers wove between each other, between
The stars,
And the meadow lay beneath us:
Quiet as we held our breath,
Quiet as the moon.
And over hill, near where we lay, I could
Imagine the trees: swaying in the dark,
And lovely.
No sound but your breathing, and the darkness,
Hiding us away from all the world.
And you: the only thing to tether me to this moment,
Holding me secure.
Lest my dreams carry me within the
Forests of my mind, and darkness
Sweep us both away.
But together, we embrace the night,
Together as we lay: out beneath
The stars, beneath the heavens,
Over clouds.
And each sensation fades away, caressing us
With brevity, replacing with another touch,
And softness of the wind.
And are we still upon the ground?
Or have these meadow flowers sighed,
And given up their hold of us:
Into heavens, into sky.
Floating on this dream of you, in
Moments as we lay,
No longer part of anywhere,
Except this land of velvet night.
Dreams are flitting, through the skies
Of summer, autumn, winterspell.
And all the time that lead us here,
And all the love of dreams,
Is racing through the foggy hills,
Of wanderlust and you.
But still, despite the dreams, we lie under
The stars and moon, the
Sounds of life are with us, to be a
Reminder of reality, and all that lives between.
And although I cannot see you,
Your presence beats within my heart,
Till I can hear your rhythmic breathing, fall
To match my own. And I close my eyes,
And feel the air, and feel your touch,
And silence, and the sound of when
I hold you:
In my heart and in my hands.
Yet only when I whisper out your name:
To the darkness of this moment,
To the stillness of our own,
Does the echo of the trees
Send its greeting on the wind.
Oh it is you who has shown me the world.