with the fire flies buzzing
and your philosophy resounding
on what it means
to be free
you teach me what
it means to want
to be holding something tight
without feeling its close enough
and your teaching me to feel
even if this only feeling
is something
i don't want to feel
and your teaching me to dream
about farm houses and
simpler means
and your teaching me to dream
about a little girl with dirty feet
who i put on my shoulders
and walk into the field
where she feels she's flying
the only one able to see
above the rise of the corn
grazing her hand over the tops
like blades of grass
just lightly touching each
letting them tickle her hand
and i smile
at your back
and you feel it
turning around
the little girl starring at the sky
you teach me how to dream
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