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.