Taos Mountain Love Song

 

 

Kiss me now before the aspen turn gold.

Kiss me now before the wind takes a hold.

 

Trembling their leaves like groves of girls in a play;

bare legs so nimble on the earth for a day.

 

Our lover’s breath is why the aspen do quake.

Here in the grove the thirst for life do we slake.

 

I become a river of your love

tumbling into you like into blue.

Eagles soaring in the sky above,

heart in heart this single heart flies true.

 

Open your eyes and see the aspen at play

up on their toes to see the sun on its way.

 

I touch your eyelash and an aspen leaf falls.

You brush my cheek and laughing girls drop their dolls.

 

Our love is high where girlish aspen can grow.

Time and space shall die before the sunset’s first glow.

 

Hold me in your eyes and in your heart.

Bring me into beauty deeply grown.

Once made one can never truly part

two beings in the grove are love alone.

 

No one can hear us among the lithe, silver shafts.

No one can see us here where fast water laughs.

 

Holding their breath the shining girls watch us float,

wrapped in each other like the lamb in his coat.

 

Kiss me now before the aspen turn gold.

Kiss me now before the wind takes a hold.

 

…before the aspen turn gold…

 

 

--Abbie Conant

March 25, 2008