"Love's Rendezvous"

At the point where the earth meets the sky
And the bushy trees grow a ripe, red fruit
I look up and feel a little shy
As my eyes frame a silver lining so acute

The swift, black birds pierce and deny
My heart's desire to make you emerge in the blue
By staring and staring, I make the heaven comply
And yield; to generate your image anew

Before sunrise and before sunset, I fly
To your world with a skilled crew-
Eyes, Hand, Heart and I
Integrate; as our rendezvous' due.