You Bring Me Here
On the path made holy by our steps
No rationality could possess
the openness of those flowing fields
rolling like placid ocean waves.
Those endless rows of corn
Found us in the setting sun
Whose first red reached our eyes
In the rapture of our peaceful walk
I still cannot remember a time
Our steps strode more perfectly side by side
Guided, like the waving corn guides the wind,
By the moment whose unveiling we share
My mind meets you here and now
As the realization sinks in:
You bring me here to witness
The reality that I am not alone
