On this full moon night you’ve promised to show me
the phosphorescence as it dances upon the chilly waters,

Full in a new way, walking next to you
innocently taking in Nature,

No booze this time, or ever,
what a lovely initiation . . .

You, my friend
ripening into my sensitive, soft spoken lover

Clear and free of the have to’s, the drive to get there first,
You’re soft brown eyed soul says, 

“I’ve known you before . . .”

Was it moccasined feet . . . listening to terra cotta beats
as we chanted and danced round the tribal fire?

Now kids, free of family bear trap expectations, 
all the snags, should’s and should not’s,

As Mother Nature cradles her two innocents,
whispering,
“Release all the tries, the hard, the have to’s, have fun
on your ribbony path . . .”