The Song

The girl child

grew like a vine

attaching herself

to any strong oak

in the forest

while the boy child

ran wild and tall

foraging and digging

for nuggets of gold.

One day

they found each other

by a silver stream that

bubbled and sang

of a strange new song

they had yet to hear.

Suddenly

their eyes opened wide

and caught sight

of their fingertips touching

and softness grew

up their arms

and into their hearts.

This was the beginning

of yearning . . .

and this became the Song.

Joanne Cucinello  © 2013