We walked between the valleys;
we walked over the hills;
we felt the lush of the soft butterflies – dancing through the azure skies;
all while falling in love with each other’s eyes.
We walked through the cerulean meadows;
we walked into the lost fields, hidden between the chattering ghetto’s;
we could smell the fresh air that fell into our love-drenched lungs.
we feed each other words of wisdom
made up by our tongues.
We held hands and spoke about our mum’s;
we kissed for a moment under the dying tangerine sun;
we remembered the time when life was just intoxicating fun.
We walked until it was dark;
we walked through the children singing in the park;
we walked until our feet began to perish on the stones that filled the floor and the heavens.
we hustled through the cornfields sneezing pollen back into the lands.
We made it home;
we put logs on the fire;
we were silent but listened to the crack of the seasoned wood while sipping red wine in a time that we could.