Picking Brambles

Why don't we go brambling today?

Wade through the luscious grasslands,

Get caught in thick clusters of hay,

Pull the thorns out from our hands.

Cleaving through the tangled thicket, 

Without use of iron tools,

For to spare the wary cricket,

The cost is to look like fools. 

Let's lose ourselves in the wild maze,

Seeking black gold 'mong the vines,

Beneath the golden sunlight's haze,

Above the towering pines.

Distorted faces crumbled up,

Sour berries split the tongue,

Rolling around inside the shrub,

Fervent love, sprouted and young.

Why don't we go brambling today,

Just like how we used to do?

In a blink I evolved, but then 

Went back to me before you.

Back to concrete floors, barren land,

But how can I reverse us?

Still stuck in every grain of sand -

Crimson blood from all our cuts.

Sunsets fall and then seasons change,

The lavish black brambles wilt.

The love I knew is foreign, strange -

How quickly the tables tilt.

I still hold it like a candle -

Hard work of the bumblebee,

More than just a shriveled bramble,

Is a precious memory.