Ink Tea Stone Leaf

Having set the scene for them,
removed the obstacles that stymie flesh
and freed them from constraints of time,
having laid my pen aside,
I wonder, did they find what they were seeking,
what I set them after?
Come the morning, will I find them
still together,
will the hours that passed have been relief,
as beautiful in retrospect, in day as night?
Will they linger in the moment,
will they sleep?