we lay in the tall grass of the summer, intertwined into each other,
fingers laced together.
The sun sets, but never on us.
The the vines grow,
wrapping us together
, encased in love.
The dew drops gather on us,
droplets of water rest on your eyelids
and lips,
Im careful not to wake you in this angelic state.
The vines grow further up our legs implanting us in this dying earth,
something knew we'd start new life with a kiss.
The summer fades,
the days grow shorter,
the sun sets longer,
but never on us.
The tall grass and vines fade to golden brown,
the leaves turn to vibrant hues-passionate reds and triumphant golds,
they burry us,
intertwined into each other,
fingers laced together.
Suddenly the leaves loose their beautiful vibrant hues,
but we don't mind,
we've got each other until the end of time.
Purity falls from the sky.
Unique tiny white dancers,
gently wisk across our face.
You look at me with your brown eyes,
they tell me you don't seem to mind the cold cocoon the snow has made.
I kiss you, and the snowflakes melt on our lips,
the wind picks up and we're frozen in a kiss- not like I mind.
The sun seems to set for days at a time,
but never on us.
The snow begins to melt and the vines continue to hold us together,
not like we need their help.
The vines bloom,
with delicate flowers of white and all around us the earth breathes,
we are the creators of life.
The sun never will set on us. |
Submission Name: Seasons of Neil
