Flying Rowen

Come to the mountains with me      
Among the holly and the pine      
Heights  
Here where the wildflowers bloom the climb      
Find my arms within waterfalls      
As we drink deep kisses      
Discover what sex is      
In the rippling pool      
Dappled golden      
The wind through trees      
Echoing ancient seas      
Yours and mine      
Eyes closed, combine      
Here alone off beaten paths      
The green rolling on for miles      
Streams and stepping stones      
Fallen logs      
No words      
Just the songs of birds      
Let nature speak      
Yours speaks its soul to mine     
A lake with a cabin nearby      
The scent of old growth wood      
A warming fire as we sit outside      
Night falling, smoke rising      
Speaking little things      
By touch      
A look      
And laughter  
Lost in a midnight swim  
As we remember the wild        
Entwined beneath stars     
Primal      
The wild in me set free