A Sonnet for Isabel

We walk together, climbing to a place
of lofty pastures - our alternate hearts
vibrate as one to unrolling light, that starts
a dawning view of each the other's face.
Here towns and forests both are lit with grace
which draws to a whole the vista's scattered parts
and joins the peaks and depths beyond our charts
into an unseen realm of silent space.
Within myself the wells are choked with briar, 
the heights but glimpsed in stories from the few
who there have scaled. They kindle here a fire
that melts and burns whatever is not true.
Though wayless, in that land we may conspire
that each may grow, as I unfold to you.