This piece was written in dedication to one of my closest friends. I don't know if I could have lasted this long, or who I might be without him.
Running through a field,
On a crisp and sunny day.
Into your arms I yield,
No words to you, I wish to say.
You pick the wildflowers that are growing over there,
And after much persuasion, I let you braid them into my hair.
A storm is coming,
The sky is growing dark.
We run under a tree, where the bees are still buzzing,
Our hands clutching at the rough bark.
When we are together, I wear no mask,
For whatever you need, I know, you need not ask.
Together, we climb the tree,
Just to explore the world.
Our breath, taken away by what we see,
With a flash of lightening, the land is unfurled.
It doesn’t matter if we stayed out late,
For I would stay forever, for you: My best mate.