Where We Are

By Hannah Bhullar

Sometimes I dream of running away…

I hold your hand as we sprint, dashing through a field of purple wildflowers

 And barley so golden, it glitters and shimmers like a summer stream.

We laugh and so do the birds, twittering into the sunset air.

Our voices decay into the sweet breeze,

carrying our infinite love into the world and into the hearts of many others…

My love, I would run with you forever.

I would run to a place far, far away where no pain and suffering could ever reach our ancient souls.

I would run to the edge of the world and jump

 if it meant holding your hand 

one last time…

I dream of that field of wildflowers and chasing the fireworks of passion and fury

that reach towards the ever-expanding skyline.

I dream of standing at the top of a grassy mountain at dusk,

and staring at the small angry world below us 

as we embrace and become one with the stars…

My love, you are all the beauty this world has to offer.

You are pink sunsets, and soothing breezes.

You are the sparkling sea, and the twinkling sky.

You are fresh flowers and old friendships.

You are a life and birth,

And my entire reason.

Nothing as beautiful as your soul has ever graced this planet before.

It is a blessing to the mundane, and the simplicities of every day.

You are a gift to this world, and to me.

I love you.

By Hannah Bhullar