Vistas
Her mind flowered into a vastness
Opening up to his touch so sweet
Coming upon Vistas she'd never seen
Nor could ever hope to repeat
His power took her to the heights above
Burning her there upon the plateau
Gently settling her once again, so softly
Upon the brown waving fields below
Their rapture knew no bounds, shining
As they set about to loving so rare
One to the other, clinging hungrily
To the Vistas they envisioned there
And when they awoke upon the plains
The sun warm as a kiss, caressing
Their pleasure knew no boundaries
As they looked upon their blessing
Come gently to my valleys, love
Flow softly with the wind
And I will show you Vistas, my soul
As you'll never see again
©1995 Terry Schorer
