brushed ourselves with the winds

Photo by Neven Krcmarek on Unsplash

sparkling seas, reminiscent
of sparkling eyes,
as they laid upon
me that very first time

the open trees,
where we laid
so quietly

the presence,
or stirring, of some
other kind of mention

how sublime
it is in reflection

not known
by name,
only ever by the
feeling that came

in that moment,
as we held hands,
and looked up
at the opening,
so vast, ah, the beauty
is here at last

will it stay
was not even
a question we asked

there was
no need, as we began
to climb from the field
into the air, and whispered
among the trees songs,
so sincere,
and beautiful in contrast

a melody,
cast from shadows,
as they dance among the
gallows, and halls,
of times shallow walls

jumped over
so quick,
we were thin footed,
and running

in two,
we then split

as we
gathered up
and brushed
ourselves with
the winds, and broke
melancholy on a whim

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