Windover Hill

In a golden light, we took the long path,
A blackbird sings his alarm and a pigeon clapped,
The red gold disc of sun slipped behind the brow.
"Quick run" and you became a shadow against the sangria sky.
Breathless, I stood beside you blinking away the black sun spots.
You swore you could see the curve of the earth and reminded me
it's not the sun thats moving, it's the earth, tilting, spinning.
We sat in the long man's hands as if he alone could keep us from falling.