We are meant
To be
The hum resonating
So lethargically
Echoing
The remains of the day
In the tangle of boughs
And rustle
Of trees
In the endless
Prairie sun
Looming elusively
Beyond the horizon
Of reach
That we pretend
To catch
With our bare hands
And they say
The genesis
Of such sublime
Intangibility
Is when your eyes
First meet
During a fated fluke
Of fictional feats
And figurative sparks
Fly towards the altar
Housed in the quaint
Chapel of your
Forever
But I counter
That organic energy
Between us
Came of age
When we
Learned
To share our world
An egalitarian affair
Where compromise
Constructively
Dissolved ego
And we survived
Our suffering
By patiently slaying
Our sorrow
Together
So I lay here
Connecting
With you
In your sleepy midst
Realizing that
We did
Catch the sun
After all
Here
In our prosaic bliss
