True blue and cleared sky
Where the pasture meets the woodland
And the current meets the past —
That is where I’ll meet you.
Evening falls,
And the field glows
Burgundy,
I’ll come near you.
The sky is a well of inky black
Pinpricked with diamonds,
Still, I’ll be so near.
We will languish in the woods,
Forge friendships with the trees.
When the trees got tire of us,
We will go
Befriend the tall grass.
Such are the inhabitants of this place—
This place
Where the pasture meets the woodland.
And you and I,
Oh dear companion,
Will slip into their ordinary,
While remaining wholly in our own
very extraordinary
And these hours
It counts for you!
(12/9/13 @xirlleelang)