As you walk just ahead of me,
through the woods, I watch you.
Your shirt blue, like mine,
edge-lit by the fading sun,
accents your blue eyes,
clear and honest, full of humor.
Your hair turning silver - like mine,
Glinting in the light.
I just want you to be.
Mine.
1 comment:
Sun and the trees always make for such a compelling image. Works beautifully here.
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