in the sweet red coolness

In the sweet red coolness

in the sweet red coolness
of a watermelon day,
tucked among greens and
yellows, we found a place.
 
there in the meadow, we
covered each other in the
folds of our souls and
vanished, without a trace.
 
we emerged in sunlight,
easy to laughter, hard for
the tears, one path to
sorrow, one to fair grace.
 
soon comes the turning,
rivers of wind fire and ash
when borne by angels
we return to that place.