She and I, in the season of discovery
Weary of parental tyranny, we eloped
Judged the future to be slow; went on a quest for its glow
A starry night found us camping in a clearing in a forest
Glued together as much by love as by fear in the nocturnal drear
Like a spirit from the forest, a white-tailed fawn came by near
And stopped there as if it struggled to decipher our lovers’ code
Dazed, our tormented adolescence thought of his presence as a bode
And because we moved, the fawn in a rustle to the bloom removed
Dipped deep into the gloom, we sat there wrapped by the starry night
Look! She exclaimed, her finger signalling a point in the celestial vastness
A shooting star was crossing the immensity, a stone in flames announcing dawn nigh
A stone in flames, and I thought of my heart
And then, from a celestial nest, a hungry red-winged bird flew toward the night
And gobbled up the dark, gobbled up the stars one by one, and they were countless
Gobbled up us, too
Oh, it’s all past now
How long was it that it happened? How long?
She and I, then no longer children, then not yet strong
Glued together as much by love as by fear, ready to get it wrong
What prompted us to become sensible? Was it the fawn?
What was it that devoured our love? Was it the dawn?
Is it sorrow that I feel now, or is it anger?
Neither, because I was there. It was there
The spell, I mean, I swear the spell was there, the wonder
She and I in a clearing in the forest
Past the embrace and the fawn
Past the shooting star and the hungry dawn.