The childish frolic
is just rising up
within me
and i am
within trees
with you
with the need to spring up
leap up
into them
and s
w
i
n
ggggg

(as my inner tinkerbell dictates)
when i scaled the japanese maple tree,
i could see
you and me
on a hill
on the grass

rolling and smiling
marvelous
we were simply shimmering
in perfectly seedy 3D
astral projections from the past

i can always remember the way
you looked the day we sat there
twisting vampire dandilions into our hair

the night we sat
for hours
must end
when the sun flowers come up
this morning.