Moon and Cows

I see you through the purple flowers. Heart churning in your chest. Sitting cross legged, pumped with powers. Crowning chastity through your crest. Wildflowers hear your song, for it is their song too. The bumblebee lies atop your head, buzzing with the tune. Cows grazing in the field below begin to sway and moo. Red and orange songbirds stretch the notes over the moon. Time slows its senseless clock then stops the endless ticking. It slowly finds the rhythm and is syncing. Heart beating with the moon and the cows and flower pickings. The moment when the universe is winking. I will look for you tomorrow and even yesterday. But I can only find you now, ME, TODAY.