At First I Did Not See You

At first I did not see you against
the low sun lighting your pale look
between two uncut fields
the sky neither blue or red

I did not know your pale,
breathless face, becoming light;
I forgot to write down every word
or draw close your smile

I was not in touch with the light
drawing you uphill, that beauty
into the slow falling sun, yet I held
this uncut sky in my hands

And now I see, written down
in this high field, the story
of belonging, you and me
and how we tried to smile.