Walk

I walked through fields so solemn, so golden

and though it was your hand I was holding,

in truth I was in touch with the very pure

spirit of love. Of this, I am sure.

The light was cast on hills in the distance

that brought me at last all the things I was wishing

for. And then, before I could blink; before my mind could think

of a reason to change, the vista was somehow and strangely

heaven-sent. The moments were meant to fill my heart

with love and words I could not express from the start

of our journey, our gait was slowed so we could wait

for gentle flowers to grow at our gate.

I walked through forests as dense as thought

and always saw the face of God

painted on clouds and brushed with joy.

I held your hand. My girl. I was your boy.