SPIRITS NOW ENTWINED
In blue of day as hovering bees
sought nectar in the wild flowers foam
the stranger watched with shy reserve
and eager curiosity.
As though they’d met in other lands
where antique seas meet distant shores
she turned and smiled when first she heard
a snapping stick beneath his sole
Through sudden impulses provoked
by heady fusions essences
their eyes wore lens of empathy
unseating shadows of reserve.
They savoured tastes of honeyed words
while flutes of love played melodies
and flowered meadows danced in tune
with spirits now entwined.
Michael Edwards © June 2018