Based on ‘In the Grass’ by Arthur Hughes.
Sing to me of scarlet skies and I will paint you a valley,
sealing your sigh in my wind.
One, where on topaz mornings,
I might look out onto restless waves
and see in their rise,
a reason why my heart skips stones.
Or on evenings
when she speaks of thrones,
no rose can compare to a queen of floral reign
when the knights they hail
pause to kiss the hands for which they live and die.
might you and I
brand our blush with the hue we call our passion,
and fashion a love that reminds us of our roots.