We stand on hills that dip and curve, emerald in their wonder.

Blue sky waits above, full of clouds- all dancing slow motion.

You sing so quietly- barely heard by my heart witch beats in my warm chest.

Your eyes hum too, vibrant with softened edges.

I feel our world in most of the 5-47 or something senses.

Let’s dance like wind till sky falls down,crushing laughing heads.

We’ll lie down, soon, but for now, hold onto my hand.

Someday, of course, sleep will pull- even as you’ll forever cling, as I’ll always hold,

Death still always comes.