Dear, this afternoon is like a windfall...

Dear ,
This afternoon
Can you hear?
How like through the wind
We fall?
Like that someone at only age twelve
Captured...
Captured in mind,
Hey!
Isabel!
That windfall
Is happening...
In me,
So much moved by Your divine
A sprite...
Is happening...
That me
Surely there see
You...
Isabel,
With me
Having that windfall...

Can't you that see?

How every form and shape
How every moves and makes...
Just lead to you?

To us...
Isabel...
Can you not that in this
Afternoon loving such
See?
Hear?
Feel?

All skies
All seas
All rivers
All converge
To us...
As if they are willingly helping us...

This afternoon
As we through a wind channel
Pass...

A windfall
We sure
Thus trespass...

(Note:~ on a picture taken by a photographer only when he was twelve years old...of two people having a sky dive...against a beautiful sky...)