• The briars are sharp and hard to see.
    It's just the flashlight, you, and me;
    Alone in the dark without a care,
    stumbling around in the hot summer air.

    Blackberries ripe and hard to find,
    the vines snake out, our ankles to bind.
    The june bugs dance and we take our fill.
    As the stars watch, we pick what we will.

    This special moment, a memory in Time,
    for you are the Present, but the Past is mine.
    Alone and forsaken, with only one plea,
    not knowing you helped me, you set me free.