Mossy Hues

The vivid greens and mossy hues awash among my thoughts of you.
With every berry shared and chewed it seems to linger on.
Now calm and soothed, your presence due to crush uncertainty accrued.
And though my words are often crude, they echo true my song.

A fundamental spark is there, revealed in the depth of care.
Expressed in tandem longing stares that want to be requited.
And once our freedoms are repaired, emancipated from their heirs.
Our memories are unaware of that which is remitted.