Meet me in the meadow

Meet me in the meadow
where once we played,
and saw the grass
with different eyes,
But which I now admit
is green,
always was green.
and always will be.

Come sit with me,
and hold my hand
among the Goldenrod,
amidst Monarch butterflies
that flutter, trustingly,
drawn to you,
like Queen Anne's Lace.

Let us sit together, quietly,
closer than words
could ever bring.
For between you and me,
time knows the language
and the comfort
of silence.

Let us feel the breeze,
its fond, delicate caress,
as it sings
a soft melody
familiar to our ears,
but new to our awakened hearts.

Come, lie beside me
within the bluebells
and daffodils,
where the tall blades
of swaying grass
remind us,
that long shadows
could never reach us,
not here, in this,
our secret meadow.