She seemed to glide beautifully.
Liquid metal through the never ending flow of flowers that covered the field.
Blue, green,yellow, red, lilac.
Changing color alongside those unperceiveing of their own beauty.
He watched from afar, his throat catching itself.
Muscles petrified, the feeling he knew well yet could not explain.
Jealous of the sun that kissed her skin so gently.
He could be the one to do that for her.
But she could not see him in the shadow of that Spanish Moss.
Overhanging like a guardian, like a jailer.
His legs wouldn't move and hers wouldn't stop.
Then..... gone, only the flowers left swaying in the light breeze.
And the boy in the shade watching with an aching heart.