I fail at poetry, but there's pretty art.
{ spring i }
merlin & arthur//
sometimes,
they go to empty fields
and sit
quietly
just them,
watching the world sway
(arthur thinks,
if he could he'd stay here forever)
they say nothing,
time doesn't wait for them
nor do the butterflies that dance
over pillars of purple
or the bees humming,
and certainly not the horse eating the sweet grass
they are free
merlin smiles a sudden smile,
a soft thing
it becomes a mystery,
like everything else
(and arthur thinks,
if he could keep he'd keep it this way)
{ spring ii }
gwen & morgana
