Daylight, Dew, And You
A poem about my childhood best friend
Daylight, Dew, And You
The fields are drenched in daylight and dew.
I remember when
I would come here with you
We'd lay on our backs,
our hair getting wet
These precious moments, I won't soon forget.
Your eyes would open wide
like a child,
as we ran through the trees--free and wild.
I'd reach for your hand,
You'd reach for mine, too
In the springtime fields,
Drenched in daylight and dew.
About The Poem
I wrote this poem while reflecting on all the time I spent with my childhood best friend just lying in a field somewhere talking about how alive we felt. I miss these years, when we didn't perceive time as something that is quickly slipping away but, instead, saw time expanding endlessly in front of us, ripe with possibilities and outcomes and dreams. Ours for the taking.
About the Creator
Amber Van Wort
Novice poet--currently wide open to accepting feedback of any kind in the comments!
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