Amish

When I met you, you were like the sunrise,
a hundred billowing brown butterflies in the mist,
and the love that hides in the green hills
at the edge of summer's field.

We were like Amish deprogrammers
snatching our conformities from their cloister,
letting them cook with more than sugar and fat,
strip off their thick and rough clothing,
and worship as they see fit.

You still dispel the darkness so that I can see,
you are the lightest and most free thing I have ever known,
I love the journey to find you
that no one else can follow.

I bend with you toward the trees,
I let go in the blanket of your skin,
I taste the many spices life offers,
I am found always in your company.