Dreamfields

…so i said to Jennifer,

“the grass is still warm
with your lasting impression.
how i so enjoy these
little picnics.
looking up at the clouds and
making things with our eyes.”

everything was so simple then.
no questions.
no confusion.
we both had forgotten that
the sun had set.
why can’t days like that
last forever?
and then you looked at
me and said,

“but maybe they can?”

at night is when it
all becomes clear,
as clouds fade away
and the stars are unveiled,
the dreams and memories all
written in the sky.
only those who share them
can decipher all of that.

kisses seem so much closer,
and tomorrow so far away.
i can see today’s sun
continuing its journey
through your eyes.

…so i said to Jennifer,

“if we were to touch lips,
would the grass still fold?
if we were to hold hands,
would this feeling grow old?
things can never be so easy.”
and then you looked at
me and said,

“but maybe they can?”

searching through these
glistening blades for the
perfect, perfect flower.
i know there’s one here
somewhere, amongst
tha apparent magic.
one with our future
written all over it.
do i settle for
second best just because
it still feels good?

leaves are falling as
our canopy dies.
drizzle creeps in,
sparkling little drops
of wet sunlight upon
our faces.

a smile was shared at
that very moment.
but something else was too.

…so i said to Jennifer,

“would all hope be lost
if fear were to die? or
would a greater day unfold
unlike any other before?
days like these can’t
go on forever.”
and then you looked at
me and said,

“but maybe they can?”

it’s all so ephemeral
and casually inviting.
like walking through a
pleasant daydream.
and i could almost
lay here in these
blankets with you forever.
if i honestly,
honestly could.


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