The Fields.

She runs into the cornfield as her summer dress with floral patterns billows behind her. She disappears into the long stalks of the plants as I take chase, brushing away these green sticks of fibrous material. Just a second behind her at every turn as I follow the swaying of the stems.

I yell out her name playfully and I can hear her giggling and suddenly I emerge out into an open field with her standing not too far away from myself. The wind catching her hair, almost like the spirits itself are playing with her. With the sun behind her back, carving out her slender silhouette as I run my eyes up the contours of her body. She playfully twirls around and her eyes beckons me to follow and as I follow my heart towards her. 

I gently and playfully tackle her to the soft, green grass and we fall together. She on her back with me on top of her, perpendicular and resting on her belly. I look to her as she lets out a smile as my heart skips a beat. I reciprocate and then kiss her gently on the lips, whispering the three magic words.

"I love you."
She giggles and pecks me on the lip softly. 
"I love you too baby."

I rest my forehead on hers, staring into her eyes and I know right there and then I have everything I want. Everything I need.

And then in that very moment. In all that beauty.
It all disappears. All gone. In the blink of an eye.
All that work to create such a beautiful artwork, collapses in no more than the tick of a hand.
Not a thought spared, as the reality sets back in and fills the canvas with the black sludge of life, desecrating the sanctity of the moment.
The granter and the taker.
How cruel art thou. 
innoc3nt innoc3nt
18-21, M
2 Responses May 19, 2012

That's so beautiful and sad. Is she a real girl? I mean, is there someone specific you wrote that for?

No haha... I just like romance, I don't see the face of the girl...

You have captured the beauty of love, and the ugliness of loss with your words. Your poem is a beautiful work of art in itself.