Landscape of Memories

The pathway leads
to cabins that cover
all the memories
and history of lovers.

A bridge from across
that i once walked
is now our go to
whenever we talk.

The wind blows hard
you talk slow
you hold my hand
walking in meadow.

Flora and fauna
are all around us
I see an iguana
and run superfluous.

I am present in my body
in touch with my mind
I feel like I am bonding
with my inner kind.

The metal table
is our stool
we sit in the shade
and act like fools.