Wedded

With faith we dive 

into the other
stream, making waves 

of ourselves,
in summer's busy dream.

Your wise sine 

and my cosine,
as unarming harmony 

of the oscillating field.

What will it yield?
In this magnetic light

that makes day from night.

To the daily herds
we do not hear,
but the songs of birds
with their honest words,
unlearned these ears.

For when we wed 

for love, like peasants,
we shunned the shine 

of blood's fluorescence.
But still a piece of bark we keep.
But still we walk among the sheep.

All four, my fingers lace 

with yours, like sapling roots, 

till there be fruits.
A wooden ring for every year,

I give to you, my love, my dear.