Camping Trips

I wish to pull you near and kiss

Your nose, your eyes. Oh how time will melt

But not take what we have felt

Not rob the warm love of this.

Your hold of me close in the pale

Of the sun's rise in a tent

As a day is wrote, spent

In glee and trek in a gale

Of wind and mist fall, a cave,

Nook, and a rock we have not seen

But now mark with song and keen

Yips of joy. We slip, hand does save

Us from the clay and rock. And I

Feel more real than I have ever felt

As into the wood we go and melt

Hunt for big dips in the sky.

Many more days will come

With the song of our sigh,

Seat at a hill as bird fly

And as we skip in our home.

Oh this I have felt must rest

Safe from time and its mark

When we rot in dirt and dark

No more but love now our best.

Love of mine in this life told

As we see all that may be

Here near you and me.

All of my soul, you do hold.

So come, let us pack one more time

Look at our map only to not get

Lost as we race the sun's set

Till the fire does glow and you are mine.