From the mound, a View*

Oft we would climb a hill,
Beside that sea,
And You, Juno like
Would carry me,
From that mound, a heap,
Of earth , overlooking
The abundance of BEAUTY,
From there,
How getting the air,
We would make love,
Only to levitate us,

And the earth , filled with spring,
Flowers, blossoms, quiet,
Would make a big, huge canvas,
As perhaps made,
Long before we made out,
How we all are stringed to that ethereal measure,

How we become entwined
By the measurelessness of Nature.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached, done by Even Ulving, courtesy: Alex Artista, Musica Pittura e Dintorni, WAAF series)