Conduit

in stretching my legs and running across,
Where I sprinted fell and sunk,
Behind the thoughts,
Under misty trees where we dwell.

I suppose it is as they say,
That you can live forever,
In the afterair of a hazy dream,
The glow of the moon
Is ever pleasant
Your voice haunting
Tying me to its molecules. Sound wave. 
It is still magical to me

I stray in the fields around the daisies
And though amongst I feel small
I See. I never knew that they grew this tall

I think of you 
In the summer moon
Ever going ever changing a becoming 
What we wonder. What don’t we know. 
I am tied to it. 

I think of you 
I see violets