The Brightest Day-Caitlin Canty
How fast we ran into the garden
Honeyed air the breath of morning
He took my hand the birds were calling
Said we could stay
The hills they rang out with our laughter
As we walked and wandered farther
We lay our bodies in the river
And washed away
Now the sun is growing tired
She lays her head down in the fire
And I would stay right here forever
But someone waits for me
I keep trying to find the garden
I doubled back voice sore from calling
I left him there
Did I imagine
The sweetest taste
The brightest day