Relationships shift
without us knowing.
And suddenly, our hands are clasped
together,
woven fingers,
our entagled thoughts.
Before us,
a sky that is a colour
more than blue
and fields, as golden
as your hair,
rise and fall
as if the land is inhaling
and exhaling
the sweet summer air.
I temporarily detatch myself
from you
(for now it is difficult
to stay away)
and run.
The barley ears tickle my legs,
the sun is warm on my skin.
Before us,
we were strangers.
Old friends,
neighbours.
Now we are not
a 'throw-away couple',
because we need each other.
We rely on eachother.
We have a garden
planted between us
and you are the sun,
I am the rain.
The flowers are growing.
Without us knowing,
we have become entagled,
there are fireworks of vivid colour
drawing us together
and you have always been the light.
I think it's okay to say
I depend on you
more than you
will ever need me.
Just stay a bit longer.
Let the summer days be endless and warm.
