the suns soft soothing rays:
golden, gleaming.
honeysuckling throughout the field
where you used to play.

your childhood waning with the moon
the sweet grass once a forest:
never ending. a story that
strayed between you and I.

ere long the wind blows,
and tousles your hair.
a glint in your hazelnut eyes
straying towards my plane.

so I linger for a mile:
listlessly, illusory.
and I saw your sweet smile
hidden beneath the mire.