Member Poem

Our hazel eyes  were destined,
for each other when at last we met,
at crossroads by the brook,
where some hidden hand,
of fate did  gently guide us,
up enchanted pathways,
known to but a few,
passed the prickly rose bush,
on each side of us, 
passed the barren plains,
worn out by trampling hoofs,
over granite outcrops,
solemn crystal rubicon,
toward the ever arching slope,
that slowly rises above,
time and earthly longing, 
beyond that peak which openly,
invites each climber to ascend,
a heaven of their own design,
to that peak beyond the skies,
from which no one has  returned,
or would ever dream of wanting to.