Hand in Hand in Hand

My personal favorite

Run in innocence,

Hurry down past the grass

Where the lilacs bloom near

Quartered water fields.

There’s an escape here,

A place no one near can find,

And no one can hear your sighs,

Or see the discontent in your gaze,

Or notice our urge to just runaway

And to disavow everything

There is a path underneath the trees,

Where we can pick all the daisies we can find

I look at you and wonder what is on that restless mind,

Everything here is displayed and made by Mother Nature

Just for you.

You and I.

We can find here

Nothing quite so menacing,

Until our last goodbye.