TOGETHER


The moon held high in the stars

The tall grass waiving in the wind

She stands silent

Her dress flowing

He has come to her

And now she is ready

It doesn't matter how it ends

She accepts the now

The past is fading

With each passing second

He touches her shoulder

Then finds her hand

They look into each other

Out of time

Reality is the present

No one else exist for them

She, He, there is no separation

Just being with and in

A kiss, a thought

Joined together


Michael V Hechtman