Come,
walk with me
where the wildflowers bloom

Lie beside me
beneath the irresistible sky
point out the constellations
you wish to fly to
and I will take you there –
the star chart is printed
on your skin

I will trace my fingertips
intimately
across the beauty
I read like braille

pausing

at the loveliest places
in order to forget
the world
but never you

Love,
until the wildflowers begin to wither
in summer’s long farewell

Come,
walk with me
to where all our journeys end.