Maze

 

 

Thru the woods, I walk with you and talk with you

pouring out the wounds of my heart.

You speak words so eloquent they can but

impress me as you know they will.

I find they are completely accepted as tho 

heard by osmosis.

Birds call to each other in sweet notes as my

heart fills with restrained passion.

Your eyes tell me they recognize this when you

turn and kiss me.

We are drawn into a maze from which neither of

us can crawl: we never want to leave.

 

 

Joyce Kasanonkwas Sundheim

April 2001