Love is a Master

The years are green eyed children -
pranksters cloaked in time,
too envious of our longing
to allow a precious moment.

The fields are bitter sentries –
keepers of the distance,
too resentful of our passion
to relinquish ground for play.

Yet our love is a true master –
the Professor of all things,
too free of Time and Distance
to acknowledge lesser ways.
 

Written July 20, 2002