Meet me in the fields of four-leaf clovers on a Wednesday afternoon.

There we sit amongst the butterflies, in reverie about the time gone by.

The undulating clovers listen to secret conversations drifting in the air.

Past confessions once sung and plucked on the strings of a pink guitar,

Remind me of the way I healed the lonesome young heart you stole.

The golden hour has set upon a friendship newly reconciled.

You now know how I spent most of my years isolated and beguiled,

Consumed by summer evenings, I listened to crickets play our song for the blue moon.

I light an azure candle after dusk, burning bright with hope, but it breaks the girandole.

The broken pieces match the paths we chose and leave me wondering why,

Teenage years are magic fleeting, like releasing fireflies from a jar.

Remnants of a love like ours that somehow drifts apart is something not too rare.

Autumn brings the change in weather and two lives I might compare.

I look at mine with promise and all the wonder I had as a child.

I look at yours with pity, wondering how you got new scars.

Remember when we rose above the world in a colorful hot air balloon,

When our young aliferous hearts couldn’t fathom falling from the sky.

I dropped into the ocean and learned a different way to float; meanwhile, your flight lost control.

I’ve kept many other past acquaintances locked outside, peeking through the keyhole.

Better they look upon my garden beyond the door, where I keep the tortoise, not the hare.

Walking through the fallen leaves with your heart strung upon a kite, I send it soaring high.

You want to fly and still be tied to the ground. I want to swim again and find adventure in the wild.

While you’re soaring up there, search for love and a home that plays a happy tune.

Find a sound that brings you to our meadow and takes you to the stars.

In winter, when we meet again, tell me your stories from afar,

While the clovers buried in the snow still listen, holding on to pieces of our shared soul.

The songbirds in the frosty meadow know our last goodbye has come too soon.

The cardinals in the branches of the mulberry tree sing loudly and declare

Love and happiness found a way to you. The clovers heard and simply smiled.

One last champagne toast to moving on is enough to satisfy.

Two sets of footprints part ways in melting snow. I meet with Spring and hear her sigh.

Crickets in the meadow, play me a new song from life’s repertoire.

The seagulls flying overhead join the symphony they’ve compiled.

With a silky white ribbon in hand, I dance as it guides me around the maypole.

In the field of four-leaf clovers, I suddenly became aware

My memories rest in the meadow, but I found true love at a blue lagoon.

I walk in reverie once more, along a coral reef, towards his sun and away from your moon.

Palm trees stand tall with passion, supporting the ocean’s waving reply.

The sun wraps me in a warm embrace, answering my simple yet honest prayer.

Our memories illuminate the night sky, but at midday with him, I have an ocean shining with sea stars.

The tide flows gently through the clovers, sharing the secrets of my soul.

I let you fly. You let me swim. The sky and ocean looked at us, and they both simply smiled.

This was written by our contributing writer, Karina Coghlan.