Picnic- Rumi

With a delicate shudder the wind tossed her hair Auburn waves tumbling free through the air And with gentlest ease did it flow with the breeze This most perfect of moments we'd shared Not a mere single word was uttered that day With her eyes endless words were spoken Just a wink and a glance I would answer and say "Perfects moments should never be broken" She'd give me her hand- AND I'D EAGERLY TAKE IT! For no woman or man I'd forsake it She'd clinched my heart in her gentle sweet clasp There was never a doubt that we'd make it We made Love- LOVE?…such a slippery word Of this truth her and I were aware But at this single moment I rested assure That neither the one of us cared "I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways."-Rumi