To walk with you through clover fields,
and talk of loves and loss.
A hand to help you cross the brook,
rings from a pebble toss.

To take you to a simpler time,
where dos and don’t subside.
Where dreams are lunchtime fare,
no troubles can abide.

We’ll sup on colors rich and bold,
breathe in the subtle hues.
Replace the day’s mundane agenda,
and whisk away your blues.

I’ll hold your hand and tell you truths,
and be at least one friend.
Elated with the glowing sunset,
and it’s melancholy end.

*for my friend in need