Off The Beaten Path

My Secret Garden

(With assistance and consultation from Rebecca Quintana)

I'd like to lie under a tree with you up in the piney woods
Amongst fragrant needles, where two, akin to us may have stood
The poem and the poet repose, however long it may last
The love of written word and ink, off the beaten path.

It's strange, yet wonderful, this lovemaking through phrase
The twining of sinew and hearts could while away the days
We stitch our souls with no direction, and never stop to ask
For the love of this tiny thread, off the beaten path

I often wonder through page upon page, how this comes to be
So different from my love of wife, this loves is scattered free
It makes friends of unlikely fellows, rejoicing in a secret dance
Love across mountains and rolling seas, but off the beaten path

Treasure these moments, they will be few, stolen from frantic life
The clock doesn't stop for any, not love, not friend; harsh that knife
But sewing together, this rich company, by poem we are cast
Love the phrase, the sweet company, off the beaten path.