As a child

I ran wild

Among the valleys of my home.

Bare foot

I trod

The emerald grasses.

The scent

Of morning dew

Grew to be a part of me.

At the foot

Of my valley

Lay a silver stream.

Giggling, gurgling

Its way

Toward the river Taff.

Black and grey

Decorated trout

Basked in the warmth of a friendly sun.

Adulthood

Stood before me

And begged my presence.

I found love,

I lost love,

Some battles I surrendered.

Then

One day

You came my way.

That blue canopy

We call the sky

Smiled on me.

The empty space

Within my heart

Races to make a home for you.

I might believe

That I'll retrieve

My innocence.

If only

You will come

And tread these fields with me.

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Owain Glyn