Sitting on a college lawn
with nothing to do...
just the grass beneath.
It was our seat.
Your hair so black...
it was never in it's place.
We always laughed...
till we were hardly a trace.
So sweet, soft spoken,
never a frown...
I'd buzz around you
like a happy clown.
We barely thought about time
and how it was to go.
It never mattered...
slow was fast and
fast was slow.
Where ever we went
we brought all we had seen...
our thoughts and ideas
and everything in between.
There was magic in our sights.
We'd go from mornings...
on into so many nights.
There was liquid in our lights.
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