Ode to The Country

The Dance

Across borders
these thoughts spill
like air thick
with anticipation,
the wind whispers
green eyes
and smiles.

Across continents
the words fall
like autumn,
merging like
two bodies
hungering
to be one.

Across divides
that separate
only lonely
hours
we reach for the
stars and dream
of tomorrow.

Across plains
and waterfalls
where tears
speak about
love.

Across the road
when eyes meet
and hands
touch the
moments flesh.

Across the dance
floor with
the lights
dimmed
and my sweat runs
to meet you,
and when
together
embraced by
the music,
we sway
like trees
in a lullaby.

The dance
of this dream
that falls
like a rainbow
upon my pillow
and the wind sings
a love song
and dances
right beside
me.

Kevin Harling.