for real

the taste of air

 

...there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it’s sent away.  

-Sarah Kay, "B" 

Lovers

There was a field in my old town
Where we always played hand in hand
The wind was gently touching the grass
We were so young, so fearless.

Then I dreamt o'er and over,
Of you holding me tight under the stars
I made a promise to my dear lord,
I will love you forever

Time has passed
So much has changed
But the field remains in my heart
Oh, where are you?
I need to tell you I still love you
So I reach out for you,
You fly around me like a butterfly.
Your voice still echoes in my heart,
You are my true love.

There was a field in my old town,
Where in spring all flowers blossomed wide.
We were chasing butterflies
Hand in hand till close of day.
Your voice still echoes in my heart.

how long