17 April 2012
|| We escaped church || || Leaving the stale air || || Behind and instead || || Finding a field where ||
|| The swish of green grasses || || The whispering air || || Caressed my fingers, and || || Tangled my hair ||
|| The far off sigh || || Of a willow tree's boughs || ||Couldn't distract me || || From just how ||
|| I could feel you breathing || || Next to me || || And hear your eyelashes || || Dust your cheeks||
|| As you drifted to sleep || || In a meadow so green || || With your arms wrapped tight || || All around me ||
|| And the feel of my love festered || || Tight in my chest || || As we lay there entwined || || Dressed in Sunday best ||
Sunday Best • Opuss № I