Imagine, if you will, the night.
Cold and dark, covered in mist.
Come with me to the park.
We will climb the trees to their tops.
Then we can murmur to each other
and only the birds will hear our words.
As we sit above the world.
Above the World
Posted on February 13, 2007 by axewielderx
Something about this poem really touches me. It’s sweet and reminds me of being in my own park a night with my boyfriend, sans tree climbing.
I love this one. Reminds me of my cousin Mark, who was also my best friend. He died in 1995. We used to climb trees together when we were young. It’s sweet and touching.
Glad you all liked it. It is the result of past memories.:)