Upon the rolling waves we sailed
into passion’s storm
to be cast on golden shores
running free through grassy fields

With the harvest comes a new time
A carefully laid garland
of pines that dress the mountainside
and beckon winter's breath

Along the steep and rocky coast
like birds of prey we fly
into each other's eyes
where lies the wonder

We warm ourselves in love's sweet fire
and count the brightest stars
I hold you in my arms
and taste your kiss

And the harvest time glows richly
with the colors of our lives
which merge a perfect tapestry
that beckons winter's breath

Copyright ©2006 Edwin Dante Larson