Letter

Can we just go to the park, and hang?
Can we sit among the flowers, and be?

May I lie down on those dewy small green blades,
And lose myself in the sea of blue above?
Will you lie next to me and hold my hand,
So that I don’t get lost?

Will you let me hear the flutter
of the wings of the ladybirds?
And the chime of your laughter?
May I spend my day sitting there, still,

Till the sky above is dark, but
Gleaming with those little shimmers, the stars
Which reflect in your eyes?

Can I just lie in my bed, close my eyes,
And live this all over again tonight?

-M