Lullabies and Lillypads,
You always make it sound so pretty.
And willow trees among apple trees.
You always make it sound so beautiful.

But what happened by the lake?
But what happened in her presence?
Did she meet you there?
Did she whisper?
Did she kiss you softly
while, as you told me,
the clouds shaped into roses?

Did she take your hand
if you offered it?
Did she wrap herself
in your arms?
Did she ask you all
the things you wanted?
Did she do them well
for you?

I know the rain came that day.
But was happy rain?
Did you finally stop thinking
to just feel the water run?

And did you,
did you feel?
Did you feel the sun
and the water
and the grass and dirt and air and her hands and her hair
and her breath and her eyes
watching you,
loving you?

I know what that beautiful day looked like.
With the wind blowing,
and the trees rustling
and the birds singing…

But tell me: what did you feel?

Tell me what you felt.