Open the curtains –

Look out at the

Mountains and valleys

Colored by autumn’s brush.

There’s a slow, pearly mist

Slipping down softly

Like a river to its sea.

That’s you and

That’s me.

There’s a long burning   fire

That fills all the spaces

With light, with peace,

With comfort, with joy.

This old cabin stands

Beaten by cold winds

That won’t let it be.

That’s you and

That’s me.

Beyond our intentions,

Seasonal changes

Have left their marks

On our bodies and faces.

But the mountains and valleys

Flowing in mist

Are the same as

When we first kissed.

Let’s close the curtains,

The sun still shines through –

Gives us our shadows

With light dipped in gold.

Caught in the moment,

As if suspended,

Dust floats – lost in dreams.

That’s you and

That’s me.