The Farmer's Wife

I stood before the paradise
I’d dreamt of for most of my life
A land where leapfrogging hills
stretched for miles around
and
Emerald spiked pines
reached up to the sky
while crystal twisting waters
whispered hidden secrets of lust to the land
but
I was not alone
So I turned to her
in silence
and looked into her eyes
and waited
what seemed like a lifetime.

She could have told me then
in a sweet silken voice
that she
could not stand the cold
or
She could have shown me
with stark silver silence
that her family
would be too far away
or
I could have felt
through the loneliest nights
that those sirens that sung their songs in my head
to her
fell upon deafened ears

And I would have scoffed
and frowned
and quietly bitten my bitter tongue
and let my thoughts burn like a fire

But she did not
she did none of those things
She just turned to me and looked in my eyes
and said,
“But, love, I could not see the sun set.”