Hyacinth

Come!   steal away into the woods
with me and don't falter,
for to-day holds unspoken promise
that to-morrow may not honor! 
and through hours fade what minutes 
offer in briefer power. 

My love   my faun and muse
run with me along the path,
to meadows awash in the hyacinths
gracing each our Oaken wreath,
where together we'll stand 
eye to eye   breath in breath   skin on skin;

and each taking the other's hand 
let us vow in verse by turn,
to breathe and love by the caveat
God fashioned for us,
every day in each hour   hour by minute
beginning with this deep kiss!