They Want Only To Touch You Unawares

On the ridge of a hill, perceptions long Long to gaze down upon the other side Like children longing to heavenly race They always want to climb the mountainside. Like an eagle in its lone prestigious climb, They want to float; like a weightless dove In those distant zeniths, catch their breaths Feel those blessings in a rainbow of love. They want to forget all hapless miracles Elusive or otherwise & touch shadows They want to leave these peninsulas Strive beyond the fall of valentines arrows. They want to shimmy with the stars Catch your heart like a mountain tickled trout In an unspoilt part of mountainous France They want to make their love avouched. Love & compassion ethereal as the air They want only to fall like the moonlit dew They want only to touch you unawares Of any flesh accompanying & for it to always continue.