Infinite Summer Sky

Or, the alternative title, "Ode To Nature That I Somehow Included My Boyfriend In"

The hidden path to the left in the woods I used to roam 

Is overgrown 

Where the memories of young love's awkward thrill 

Remain as words still lingering in the air 

 But there's a place straight ahead 

Over a hill with nothing else surrounding it 

And it's nothing but gravel and trees bathed in a golden evening haze 

And sky, even more so then down the old path  

An unexpected discovery 

That demands a silence, almost reverent, 

And an upward gaze at the slow fading of blue that is becoming indigo 

Punctuated only by the distant moon  

Even overwhelmed by silence and beauty, 

I cannot help but think of the path just a few steps back 

And the person that was once there beside me  

Without a thought, I whisper his name,  

Content with the sound it spins on the breeze, 

Like a brief melody 

Of recollections, promises,  

And perhaps new memories, if circumstance allows

Underneath this inexpressibly infinite summer sky.

Author's Note

Any advice for a young idiot in love? Or criticism?