In that Field

It never happened

that everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

but if it did it would have been

lying in the grass

the kind that surrounds you like the ocean

and flows like a river

and makes your parents tell you to check for ticks

but nothing hurt

there would have been no ticks

and nothing hurt

the grass wouldn't have itched

through the back of my shirt 

like usual

and you would have been there too

and when I think about you

you morph

you're my best friend's golden hair

everywhere woven in with the grass

you're someone's freckled eyes crinkled at the edges

and another's always blushing cheeks

and another's laugh so hard at nothing funny at all

you're no one everything

is beautiful

and I'm holding hand with you

holding hands with endless beautiful worlds-full you

and we're together in an ocean field of grass

and the sun's setting but at the same time

the stars are shining and there's sunlight streaming

the kind that makes you believe in magic and it's endless

bright blue sky and pouring rain

like the times I lie on my bedroom floor and listen

to the pit pat tap on the roof

It never happened

some things are beautiful

they're the ones that can hurt the most 

but in that field

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.