Still, my heart

The sweet sun kisses the lips of the morning. The dew thick on the grass eats up every moment like a sponge. Spanning the field of green and purple twilight hue a mixture of that few and the kiss of the sun sparks a promise… a new day. Dancing along the clouds the song of birds wanes and pricks at the ears of two lost lovers… ever together… yet far apart…. Both different in wants and needs… yet perfect for each other. A balance of sorts that as the songs play through the sky, different lyrics come to each of them… both speak of love. 11 minutes and he could be there. 11 minutes and she could be gone. 11 minutes they could both stop… and stare and instead of singing two different songs, they can sing in harmony. Counter melodies one on top the other bouncing through the sky… the voids filled by the music they make. The clouds carry it along. One to the other. Each echo compliments the next as if it was meant to be. Two lost lovers. Both different and yet one compliments the other. As the birds song become the chorus to their unique song. Carried along the breeze and whipping through the air… the summer sun still lingers upon the dewy grass there. The grass that’s in the field. The grass lush and green. Mixing with the purple hue of twilight in this scene.