In my somber wellies
I clumsily walked
Through lanky grass
As coconut palms talked
About the lore
And the bore
Of human nature
A breeze whispered
Our dreams
Hot and humid
Sweat trickled down
The back of my neck
While on and on
I trekked
I followed
In the footsteps
Of one I hold dear
In his strength
I have no fear
I wriggled my toes
Uncomfortable
In the heat
I felt the uneven ground
Beneath my feet
It rained
The day before
But not today
But I'm sure
More is in store
Tis the season
Anyway
A breeze whispered
Our dreams
Volcanic rocks
Littered helter-skelter
Imagined scenes
Violent days of yester
A tug of my hand
I looked up
You smiled
Instantly
I beamed back
Safe
In the knowledge
That love
Is the one thing
We do not lack
A breeze whispered
Our dreams
We listened
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