Unmarked Trail

I sit beside you

on the stone,

feet hanging

off the edge

heart pounding

in my ears,

the forest behind in

stillness watching.

Mountains surround us

in lush, green, wetness.

The earth smells damp

and fresh and old.

Moss on the trees

and the rocks
in soft patchwork
tumble.

Far below the river

rushes like my heart

wanting to tell you

what I cannot say,

even in whisper.

You turn and smile

and I die a little.

so much beauty

so much pain

We watch the

eagle circle above,

writing a story

across the sky,

as it begins to rain

in the cave of my soul,
drenching the flames
of courage,
feeding the flames
of desire.

Are we lost?
I am.