Oh you ruse, you beautiful ruse The rose that blooms in two by twos In fields of bright yellow daffodils run, come, take off your shoes beneath the cotton clouds, beneath the bright blues and all the colors, all the hues between us and here, forever moments shared, not spoken are like secrets whos names live golden undying, like our youth and the memory of summers that once were and never again but only in our remembering together. and in the remembering, we are there again the ruse of it, the rose that blooms in two by twos, a row among the daffodils where we lost our shoes, and ran beneath the cotton clouds, beneath the bright blues still running, forever, your smile ringing in my ears like ciccadas, like my heartbeat when your hand pulled mine along, "come on! come on!" to horizons unknown, and seasons yet to be.