Trespassers

South facing garden That slopes in the sun Wildflowers swaying Where the river runs. For hours and hours For the wonder of love Innocent hearts Slowly overcome. Trespassers gather One by one, The gates are still open Trespassers come. Come back to the shadows Retrace young steps Under that plum tree Lie down and rest. Look up and wonder Remember the best Savor the silence And try to regress. Trespassers gather One by one, The gates are still open Trespassers come. We slept until morning A breakfast of plums In that south facing garden That slopes to the sun.