the knee high grass rings like liquid bells
as i look for you in this beauty of a meadow.
i whisper your name and every noise i make
turns to the lullaby of a mother blue jay
singing i the distances.
oh . . . but i see you . . .
behind that old tree . . .
your movements like a flowing river . . .
beckoning for me to join you in this game.
but below me i see a rock so out of place . . .
the only one for miles . . .
and as i look once more to your eyes if burning stars . . .
a burst of light brings a new born butterfly
soaring up from a stone that is no more.
you laugh . . .
a sound that melts like silver fire drawing me closer to you.
and as the fallen lily's dance around my face
i know that this is were i forever belong . . .
melting in your silver embrace for all of eternity.
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