Thru The Memory and The Mist of Ages.....

They sat
like lovebirds
fashioned of the same shade and feather,
memories soft and supple
winged their way between them,
on the nostalgia of their shared silence.
Two lovebirds hidden
by the great ferns mystery...
their naked secrets trapped
like treasures
in the lacy green unfolding of the years.
The quiet cathedral of memory and mist
holds their song...
deep in the throat of anticipation,
there on their perch they take their rest,
preparing for spring flight
thru the unknown perilous night.