Trespass

Meet me at the north bend
up in the foothills
we will go down low
to the banks of the river
past the wire fences
and no trespassing signs

Let's go down and
listen to the falls
between the darkness
and the florescent
glow of man made lights
Grandmother lets her hair down
anyway
no matter who owns the land
or uses the power of her rushing water

Looking at the sky
we can see a thousand stars
promising something
other than what we can touch
with our hands

Your arms are around me
and I am scared of the darkness
but with you there is light
always shining in your eyes