Love Is Blind

A brook marries the river And river the ocean blue; The sky & winds are witnesses Waiting by the aisle in a queue. High mountains marry the clouds Embraced by the sun and moon; The stars stand in as flower girls With slivers of light as festoon. Wonder if the minister Who solemnizes the vows; Is God Almighty by himself For love's trajectory he knows. When the nuptials are complete The couple embrace and kiss; Love's blind alley they tread upon No wonder find nothing amiss. Why not we marry sweetheart? With the sun and moon in sight; Then kiss under bejeweled skies Entwined by ecstatic twilight. ***********