Love N War

I lay upon the grass as the willows brush upon my skin, I smile as the sun warms my heart as it misses you so. The birds fly high above whistling sounds of joy. I reach out to pick a flower and smell its sweet nectar. I hear rustling sounds of children playing nearby. I picture in my mind that we to one day will have the pitter patter of tiny feet. As beautiful as the day may be I think of only you. I wonder where your travels have led you. I wonder if you are thinking of me now. I touch my neck a place you once tenderly kissed my skin. The sea carries you to a place of war and volatile scenery. A place I could never imagine and dare to think of. I can only photograph our memories and hope you can read my thoughts so that maybe for just a moment in time you can lay in the meadow with me and forget the awful and cruel things that surround your duties. If I could be one thing at this very moment I would be a bird and fly to you, and even though you could never know it was me. Maybe just maybe I could whistle a tune that would bring my sweet love peace. I pray that we will lay in the meadow again one day. Until then I will write to you about things that will bring you home to me.