Longleaf

1.

Soft shadows,
soft light,
soft needles,
tall pillars,
green openness,
hand in hand,
we turn to the sky.
Against the blue dream,
you're my mossy plane,
and I am longleaf.

2.

Simmering heat,
golden drought,
summer of rain
and pain,
burning kisses,
clawing embrace,
heart in heart,
we turn to the sand.
Against the deceptive softness,
you're my sweeping fire,
and I am longleaf.