Bits and pieces

Sunbeam

Maybe I'll run into
you in an open field,
shielded by the branch
of a lone tree as the sun
beams down on me,
obscuring my view of
your face.

I'll hear your voice
like a song in my ears
as a bird flutters by,
with the proud beating
of its wings, and I will
avert my gaze only for
a moment to watch
it fly away.

And when I look back up
at the tree, mesmerized
by the vivid colors, of life
and all its glee, you will
no longer be there.

- E.A