Dear First Love
Dear First Love,
You stood like an Eastern White Pine. Steady in your Adidas shoes, baggy jeans, and dark t-shirts, perhaps weight of shadows to hide an unknown light. Quiet and mysterious has been your roots, yet a strong beat of drums and soul led sound of guitars and song with your brothers was the loud longing of a youthful purpose. Time passed in the forest, creek beds and birds to break us free from conformed concrete and powerless plastic chairs. The potency of your risk taking was sweet water from my dehydrated spirit. To stand near you was enough but to stand with you is exhilarating. You stand like an Eastern White Pine. Steady in your bare feet, shorts and coloured t-shirts, leaning into the light and planting dreams with me.