blissful hemlock
The road was quiet, soft and wide,
Your hand found mine, we matched our stride.
The world around us seemed to wait,
In that small walk, love set the pace.
Trees swayed slowly, wind danced with grace,
I wished we could disappear,Without a trace.
The stars above blinked soft and shy,
As we walked beneath the endless sky.
Soft lanterns flickered along the lane,
Their gentle glow quite a refrain.
We spoke in whispers, hearts in tune,
The world felt small beneath the moon.
And when we reached the old park gate,
You smiled and said, "It's getting late."
But I could walk for years you see,
As long as you kept walking with me.
tough pewter
mystic quail
silent ibex
