New Paths
                    walking with unscathed soles--
                              the last sun flitting through old pines,
                                on a path carved only for us . . .
                             creating memories
                               unfettered by time
                                 and other worldly conceits--
                             in a peace unplanned
                                 but gladly accepted . . .
                             drowning forever's yesterdays
                               with a single touch
                                 on a naked shoulder--
                             pulsing with a life still worth living--
                               making tears superfluous
                                 in an embrace beyond thought . . .