If you ever wanted to lay your head down next to mine, playfully tussle words avoiding sorrows of the mind.
Would it matter that we where even arguing, isn’t it more that we stay glued, entwined on this hillside, watching the magpie’s glide.
My friends words are so ethereal, no one knows for sure the really real. If there’s one last thing to say, let it be I was with you for a day.
D March 2017