by Ted Onulak

Created on: April 21, 2008

Let us make a feast
Upon the summer grass
Let us find a quiet place
And make the moment last

In the far high country
Where we cannot be disturbed
Away from the seething world
Obnoxious and perturbed

There we'll make a kingdom
Where we two may bide
Vowing not to leave
Forever, side by side

Dare I spread before you
My bounty of dreams
Sharing humble bread and cheese
Wine chilling in a mountain stream

So many years before us
So little time to waste
Of all the things before us
Your salty cheek I ache to taste

Your lips warm before me
The taste I love the best
Lost on a hillside
The embers of the day Burning in the West

And so begins our picnic
In the quiet glen
With Love's thousand purposes
As I kissed you then

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