Texas Red Clay

A day begins with the glistening moist grass that has dew forming.

We lay on a picnic table from dusk till dawn we play, having fun in Mid May.

Red Texas clay parted from our footsteps while finding the perfect resting place.
Tuck dreams in a corner for a moment that shall last the rest of of our lives.
Not one hour, not even one minute, just a silent second that makes our world collide.
Take that and cannot divide it in half, nor thirds, just as one, thankful to be alive.
Scavenging for that four leaf clover, hoping all this becomes so true.
Just to be here sitting in the presence of someone, only you.
I can say this will be true and hopefully soon.
Stepping in Texas red clay together under the moon.