shaping across a field i know
aiming for that same little grove
very far past the tree by the entrance
endless hours spent walking back there
so often the darkness felt complete and alone
unless the sound of highways would come
now the dark still corner felt comforting
so everlasting the tiny hours spent close to home yet
effortlessly in our own world
tonight i will ask the question to you
sharing about the future you forever, and yet never, asked for
jaybeasley2 