So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of Barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
Fields of Gold - Sting
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It was a watercolour moment; he knew that there would never be another day like this, for fortune's hand had painted a perfect picture for them to celebrate the liberty of their love.
He sat up, wanting to assimilate the very essence of the day that spun around him in the movement of time. The tall, gentle, pines guarding the forest, their scent that was pleasing the turn of the air, the angled flight of a wood pigeon, the frosted glass of the small lake reflecting the scenery bathing in its abstracted sheen, the sun that flickered like a candle in its flux and the promiscuous green of the succulent grass that was both sweet and seductive in the brush of the loose breeze.
All around him, he could sense, summer stretching her fleshy arms into autumn to demand more time for her auspicious salsa.
Jonas lay back down on the wool blanket and linked his hands behind his head making a contented right angle with Cassandra whose head rested on his stomach.
She felt him inhale the day, memorising every detail, living the emotion with his open heart, trying to hold on to as much as he could.
She rolled over to face him watching his eyes focus on her face as his finger tips touched her cheek, "thank you," she whispered, "for giving me this."
She felt his heart shatter for a moment as useless words gathered to his lips to fill the void neither of them wanted to cross, "we, we should call Janet, let her know you're safe."
She stroked the folds on his brow, "I know but not yet, please, a few more days."
He sat up taking her with him, "Cass maybe." He began but stopped knowing there would be no truth in his words, just a false hope.
She leant over and kissed him with a promise she would not be able keep. He pulled her into his arms, to hold her for all time, falling back onto the blanket, wrapping her in his body with a promise he would never break.
The naked sun shone down on them from its jealous sky. Its brass notes were full of a saxophone, throaty and dry, turning the green of the grass to fields of gold.
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Thanks for reading.
Sorry if it reads a bit slow, it's just I'm stretching into it.
:o)
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of Barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
Fields of Gold - Sting
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It was a watercolour moment; he knew that there would never be another day like this, for fortune's hand had painted a perfect picture for them to celebrate the liberty of their love.
He sat up, wanting to assimilate the very essence of the day that spun around him in the movement of time. The tall, gentle, pines guarding the forest, their scent that was pleasing the turn of the air, the angled flight of a wood pigeon, the frosted glass of the small lake reflecting the scenery bathing in its abstracted sheen, the sun that flickered like a candle in its flux and the promiscuous green of the succulent grass that was both sweet and seductive in the brush of the loose breeze.
All around him, he could sense, summer stretching her fleshy arms into autumn to demand more time for her auspicious salsa.
Jonas lay back down on the wool blanket and linked his hands behind his head making a contented right angle with Cassandra whose head rested on his stomach.
She felt him inhale the day, memorising every detail, living the emotion with his open heart, trying to hold on to as much as he could.
She rolled over to face him watching his eyes focus on her face as his finger tips touched her cheek, "thank you," she whispered, "for giving me this."
She felt his heart shatter for a moment as useless words gathered to his lips to fill the void neither of them wanted to cross, "we, we should call Janet, let her know you're safe."
She stroked the folds on his brow, "I know but not yet, please, a few more days."
He sat up taking her with him, "Cass maybe." He began but stopped knowing there would be no truth in his words, just a false hope.
She leant over and kissed him with a promise she would not be able keep. He pulled her into his arms, to hold her for all time, falling back onto the blanket, wrapping her in his body with a promise he would never break.
The naked sun shone down on them from its jealous sky. Its brass notes were full of a saxophone, throaty and dry, turning the green of the grass to fields of gold.
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Thanks for reading.
Sorry if it reads a bit slow, it's just I'm stretching into it.
:o)
