You

Because of the deer,

that weren’t there,

but you wanted me

to see them anyway.

The way you asked me

to me to be quiet,

like you were telling me a secret.

Because of the insistence in your eyes,

that if we believed,

they would come.

How you were the deer

in that instant.

So close to my heart.

The emerald forest

was as still

as the frenzied fingers of the wind

that played upon the sacred lake.

Sunlight on the meadow

was golden and gentle as your smile.

Because of your insistence

that the deer would come,

if we were quiet, and still

as the fallen tree we straddled.

I loved you in that quiet place,

feeling your devotion to the forest,

azure sky, and golden

cashmere meadow.

Seeing the story in your eyes,

informing me that we

had arrived in Beauty’s domain.