Revenant

I want my sunshine
packed and kept aside.
I want leeway,
to move in time.
When we walk across the woods
twigs gently cracking under our stride.
And wayward birds
take the crimson sky.
A woodlark sings in distance,
while the sun melts in its own light
and paints the horizon
like hues on riot.
And into arrays of birch
a kind breeze takes us,
away from civilization, away from time.
And don't you worry if it gets dark,
I've saved for you, my bindle of light.