WL Schuett

Second Truth

The trail ahead was stacked 

high with thunderclouds 

that never came their way . 

 

They rode the ridge where 

the flowers faded .

where it did not matter 

that they knew no names . 

 

They built a fire

 under the Milkyway 

by an avenue of quiet trees . 

 

When she laughed the 

dancing flames

were trapped in her eyes 

and from behind 

she heard him smile . 

 

Lost on the borders of heaven 

a quickening of the moonlight 

the limitless depth of color 

her hot breath on his face . 

 

After a while she 

slept in his arms . 

 

Two people who met too late 

maybe years ago under 

a thinner moon 

and a wider meadow 

the flowers would not

have had to fade .

 

Doubt settled heavily 

but no shame . 

Certainly no shame 

only a false rainbow . 

 

He wrote with a layer 

of words underneath 

the words that only 

she would understand . 

 

She can listen to forever 

relative to the quicksand 

of the cosmos. 

Born through time 

into infinities energy . 

 

A second truth to the wind .