I Lay By My Love In a Field
I lay by my love in a field
luciérnagas twinkling, frogs singing
he held my hand lightly
gently caressing my fingertips
while the wind softly fluttered
my polka dot dress
I lay by my love in a field
buried in his chest my face
in the warm breadth of his arms
realized I that time in her grace
regaled us a gift
in that sacred space
despite his silver dusted hair
and fledgling wrinkles
upon my brow
discovered I that we are yet
as children here
together, longing and innocent
I kissed my love in a field
just after I tasted the wine
its sweetness overpowered
by the wonder
of his lips upon mine
I know, at last, here among the flowers
the awakening of amor divine