"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Take me back to where the wind whispers songs
and the air tastes like cold spring water.
I want to stand on a hill with you and laugh until the grass turns wet with cold –
Until the birds are sleeping, their children chirping warmly in downy nests.
while we are young and sleepless –
I will stay with you and dine on your chuckles,
as you shake your head at the soft moss mattress.
We stand and watch the night creep in
to wait until we are boxed in on earth,
when the last of the sun is shut away and we are alone in Pandora’s box.
All the troubles that bubble when the sun comes up are forgotten.
Mummified in this cool dark.
sentimental and sad we stand to face to face with the stars
Again and again I have fallen from you,
lost a little in infatuation and beauty of it all.
But here I am shut away with my vanity
and you my dear are hope.