Shoulder

The rain fell on me. It was just me in the field - green of mellow and love. It was comfortably cold and there was Beach Boys' 'Don't Talk' in the distance. How ironic. In the presence of such beauty, it is wise not to talk. I choose to keep my mouth shut and admire the beauty that is here to stay. The rain allowed me to throw my watch and forget time. I threw it into the sky so high it never came back down - pretty uncanny to the love I'd give and nothing ever came back. I would not take another step to jeopardise my sanity and fall in love with beauty the way I used to. I'd do this now: let the rain to fall on me and sit in the field all by myself and listen to the melodic sounds of love. Who knows someone might drop by and pass me a new record or even bring me latte and make love in the fields.