To the Boy in Pastel Pink

I too, wish to sit in a field wearing a pastel pink top

leaning upon a mountain range as lumbar support

while wasting away my days 

picking leaves off trees.

I wish to be someone’s muse 

to inspire and confuse people.

Where my very existence is enough to cause art to appear.

I wish to be beneath a baby blue sky 

dotted with clouds 

like pictures painted on an otherwise flawless surface

to entertain the heavens.

I wish to sit in the garden 

to become a part of the flowers 

where my tie rivals the colour of any daffodils or dandelions

before they have gone to seed.

Spending my days with only the sounds 

of wind through rustling leaves 

to keep me company

while others go about creating their hearts’ desires.