The Boy by The Bayou

A sudden drop into the creek below,

Amidst the thickets and the melted snow,

A boy in yellow overalls does roam,

Amidst the cicada's snare, he finds his home.

His feet a-treading through the cities of lost relics,

His eyes a-twinkling with the spirit of lovers' abodes.

The breeze blows by a message of secrets old,

Whispering tales of hidden worlds with words untold.

In its wake, a scent so sweet, a lusting pheromone,

Pulling me to a life full of unknown.

Oh, how my heart does yearn for him,

This boy by the bayou, so wild and free,

His soul so rare, his spirit pure and prim,

A being of light, in a world of misery.

The beauty of his world, a symphony of sound,

The longing leaves rustling, the babbling brook,

whistling wings, creatures consistently circling around,

A world of wonder, in every nook.

And in his eyes, a spark of life,

A spirit pure, untainted by strife,

A soul so rare, a treasure to behold,

A gift from heaven, in a world so cold.

Lord, I know I ask for much-

But take it all away, and secure me a spot in spring,

Let me wander his side, for every need,

Through marsh and bog, through creek and glade,

For in his presence, I am whole,

And in his arms, I am free.

~ SF