The Day We Met
Music, on the day we met
cracked the earth open.
Upon our hearts we set
a promise, spoken.
The earth cracked open
and butterflies flew out.
A promise spoken
in whispers within, without.
Butterflies flew out,
leading us to meadows
whispering within. Without
each other, no tomorrow.
Leading us to meadows
where we lay our heads
upon each other. No, tomorrow,
we could easily be dead
where we lay our heads
upon the hallowed ground,
we could so easily be dead.
Leaving only sound
upon the hallowed ground.
Our hearts we set,
leaving. The only sound—
music—on the day we met.
Lisa Vihos
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