Eloping Hills

As if at once, the hills eloped.

Blind to my eager eyes,

Numbly groping the sublime.

As if with Grace, the land felt barren.

Deserted

And overflowing.

The nettle's sting to wake

Our toes, as they blissfully bound toward 

ground far from tracks.

In a twist of wind, what was hills becomes hill.

Two lives intertwined,

Enlaced with the promise of love.

Can you find where the

Rolling hills cascade and the folding sky falls?

I lost track the day the hills eloped.