wend

up the hill past the back of beyond
they wend their way through
the cockeyed gravestones
and one hand rests in another
as easy as the promise of "someday"
while they pause their wander
to wonder in the shadow
of ancient architecture laid bare
by time and an ages decline
how fleeting the days
of which their own lives composed
she leans against the sturdier structure
of his chest as she his arms enclose
beneath the vaulting sky
in a sanctuary more sacred
than promontory relics
and forgotten bones