down by the Spree

just you and me

we see an otter

fishing slyly

as heron

waits superior

on other bank

as the sky grows

red round setting sun

high above

a crescent moon

appears almost

to mock

she kisses me

as swallows sweep

the stream for

incautious flies

zigzagging above

water boatmens'

anarchic thread

I wonder this

as dusk besets

if love we have

will last full term

or will the pressures

of life itself

tear us apart

or will it be

a slow decay

as sun drops now

without at trace

'cept glow

the glow of love

that never fails