Alto Frio Afterglow
Here in this sweet night,
heavy with dark green fragrance
and wind whispers,
our hearts touch, cling,
beneath a blizzard of stars,
and we taste reality
that the world tries to hide.
Ah brother, our eyes struggle
in dim starlight,
but our spirits begin to see
more clearly than ever.
Ah, sister, masks fade In the dream-white glow,
and the beauty of your spirit
twinkles through.
In a sudden thrill, we realize
we'll never say goodbye;
this moment Is eternally real . . .
and just a glimmer
of the blazing joy
we'll share forever.
Jon Donley
7/20/93