Round the corner again.
Walk 20 meters to your right.
Now go forward 15 paces.
Turn back. Look around. Feel the breeze.
Its warm. Could be called sunny even.
Sit down in the shade next to him.
He likes it here where the light can't touch him
Where the rays can't remind us of the slow fading of summer
Where you both can sleep without distrurbance.
Don't wake him while he dreams.
Let yourself lie down in the cold grass
Just look up and stare at the old oak
with its ever shifting mirage of green on blue
the wind cradling it's folliage
playing it like a women running her hand across a piano
she moves subtly but with unnoticed intensity
the crecenado passes
and the wind has changed
As the last notes play
you sit up with a disturbing crunch of leaves
the boy that was next to you is long gone.
He faded with the sound of the mellow summer keys.
But you would have loved to change the music
To play that section of the breeze
If only once again.