Wind Flowers

A young girl meets a mysterious boy in the fields behind her home.

Long ago, when I was young

I would escape my troubled home

To a field where wind flowers grew.

Where bees buzzed along their way

While foxes hopped in the grass

And the merry wind played with the bluebells.

It was there that I met him,

The man of the sky.

His hair was light as a feather

With eyes a brighter blue then sapphires

Or diamonds, or glass, or the sparkling sea.

And the best part, he was a child like me.

He smiled so wide and wanted to play

I couldn't refuse, I beamed and nodded.

Night came too soon, I had to leave.

He looked so sad and lonely then

But I just had to go,

I would be back tomorrow.

He was there, waiting for me

Just as he said he would.

We played until dusk 

And every day after 

He would wait for me

In the field where the wind flowers grew.

I grew older, as did he,

But he never changed,

Always just wanting to play.

I grew fond of him, I have to say,

I wanted to play games of love,

But he never would join in.

One day I got tired of him,

Tired of his silly, childish games.

I told him to grow up.

There was more to life then fields of flowers

And frolicking in the meadow.

I called him immature.

His bright shining eyes were heartbroken,

His smile faded into nothing.

The happy breeze that played in the meadow

Stopped, replaced by sad, mourning stillness.

Then he did something he never had before

He turned and walked away.

Before I knew, he was gone

And I was all alone.

I called his name again and again

No answer came.

I never saw him again

In the field where the wind flowers grew.

Author's Note

I didn't give much thought to rhyme, I know. However, I would like to know how well it flows.