Laying in the grass, a midsummer storm bellows over head. In the grass I feel your touch, the wind in the trees your song. You whisper to me from the heavens.
Come.
The sky flashes of your vibrance.
Whore, harlot they call you.
Misunderstood misguided.
Glimmer flecks of gold, warrior so bold.
The very ground beneath me breathes, you give it all life. Meaning. I run through your forest, your children surround me. The birds fly like your soul, the wolves sing your praise. From the vine I taste your fruit.
Passion.
Ectasy.
Euphoria.
They won't get you. I have chased you my whole life though I knew not of you.
Magic.
Wonder.
Two stars encircling each other in a cosmic dance, never apart no matter how they try.