The Intruder by Jfawnes A.. Sparks
Who could have known There would be those two, Away from all paths, Where the sun fell through? (I should have stepped right back. But anxious of the sound My boots had made in coming Through that brushy ground, I stayed awhile. And half-ashamedly, in smile. To see that they should not awake.) What happenstance conspired To bring them there I haven’t tried to fathom out. And who would care? I’m sure that those two Didn’t think about it much; The how and why of things aren’t needed After some initial touch. And even less some thought Of where to go. Once you are there. They slept a soft, unmoving sleep A1 if that smooth tanned brow Had lain forever in the keep Of two small hands. In the way, perhaps. That one might hold a fragile dove. He bound her close to him With arms that knew a certainty of love. And so, I stood until the beauty Of those two together gave me pain, 'Then strode toward home Through my dry fields. And later in the day it rained. 12