All the Tall Grass

I can't help but follow you, Through pointed leaves that cut me through the dew. Faster, faster towards the dying sun, After you through tall grass, still I run.

The needfire glowing, burning bright, Wetness seeps straight through me in this perilous flight. Don't know where I'm going but still I come, After you through tall grass, still I run.

You take off flying, scarring the sky, The weeds tumble onward and utter a sigh. I leave the others behind, while it may seem stupid to some, After you though tall grass, still I run.

Taking but a moment to wonder if all this is real, The velvety darkness the stars so steal. But, impossible- it can't be done! Yet- After you though tall grass, still I run.

We bend to listen to what the nightingale sings, Naught but silence, that is the thing. Neither you, nor I have forgotten, this battle far from won. After you though tall grass, still I run.

A call cuts the dark, it brings me back. You run through the tall grass and don't look back. In trying to follow, instead finding the truth. I realize I cannot keep up with you. And there is not a single thing that I can do.

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