After unburden, they remained in their free overlooking vast of the wild. In openness, in love, in world that was only them in brevity of moment and short-time more, they lived in fullness of their freedom, liberty of their love.
Love speaking in the air, wind’s rustle through the pines, wild songs that carried from timber of forest’s hide below.
Hand in hand, side by side, each perceiving through own eyes and sense live of the same one-moment, one-love, one living place; at home in the vast and free.
Fair of her skin toned pink in the full, high sun and their nearness in sky at vista’s view; bow of the tops of trees at strengthen of wind’s blow; its rush over skin, soothe to pink and light-burn of the new.
Such was her way of feel and being in openness of vista and vastness of the wild.