There was a vision he had once: a grassy hill me laying back in a white sundress him resting his head on my stomach, both of us facing upwards, eyes closed hot sun pouring down, blessing us.
Or was it a field of crimson and yellow leaves sprinkled on grass, me in jeans and a white t-shirt resting my head on his thighs, the late October sun casting weak shadows?
We are steeped in shared memories, long ago visions come true more than we can count and never enough, cool mountains framing our lives.
This one I really liked...and I could see you there together, but it also evoked feelings I haven't thought for a long time...young lovers dreams do come true.
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ReplyDeleteThis one I really liked...and I could see you there together, but it also evoked feelings I haven't thought for a long time...young lovers dreams do come true.
ReplyDeleteAh, the paradox of "more than we can count and never enough." Great words.
ReplyDeleteinteresting how we each view the same thing from a different angle and approach...
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