We could sail the Merced River in the gaze of the Half Dome,
lay back on the deck and watch the clouds pass overhead,
picture pretty in the cerulean sky.
We could frolic on the sandy shores, secluded and free.
or picnic in the shade of trees, old and well worn.
We could get drunk on the mountain air,
fresh and spirited,
and love as the sun sets twice in reflection.
We could watch the stars glimmer above,
and the moon,
an overbalanced smile in atramentous deception.
We could live the dream in togetherness,
surrounded by natures perfect creation.