by Marc Gunn, October 15, 2004

I've been in a romantic poetry writing mood of recent. I wrote this late after performing at the Texas Renaissance Festival.

She glided beneath the stars
Silent and serene
Like a ghost across the
Field of wheat.
It glowed a dark yellow,
Her skin a pale white.
She smiled as an owl
Flew from the brush
A mouse squeeked beneath
Her feet as she strode.

A man stood next to a rock
Of bold granite.
It jutted out among
The harvest.
His eyes, firm, looked out
Through the night sky.
He heard the flutter
Of a bird.
Soon a mouse squeeked beneath
His feet as he waited.

An owl hooted as it flew
Beneath a magnificent golden moon.
She pushed through the thrush
And saw her man.
He looked up, smiled, and
He embraced her.
Two long lost lovers finding
Their way home to each other's hearts.
The mouse climbed the granite rock
As they kissed.