Here’s a piece that’s kind of a companion to The Tryst. Where that poem is about desire & passion, this is more about romance & infatuation, those first stages of a relationship where almost anything seems possible.
Tumbling through a wonderland,
Never letting go your hand,
Awestruck by the things we find,
Joy enough to blow your mind,
And as we tumble, me and you,
It seems as if we’re one not two,
The love that we have binds us tight,
But not like chains – it’s featherlight
It powers us so we can rise
And conquer things that may divide.
It’s ever larger, ever growing,
It shines so bright, it’s ever showing
And lights the way through wonderland
Where we are tumbling, hand in hand.
© Darryn Roberts 2000