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I have a vision sometimes
of you and me
running barefoot through a forest.
The moss covered ground
cooling and hushing our every step.
Somewhere in the canopy overhead
birds are singing.
And everything
is green
is lush
is dripping with light.
I reach back for your hand
clasp it securely,
draw it to my cheek,
draw you to my chest,
eyes closed.
A tear escapes and you ask
me why I’m crying.
And I cannot find the words
to tell you
or myself.
But somewhere beyond our vision
a river rushes by
and drowns out
the sound
of our fears.