No plans
No cares
Just wind and air,
Stars and sky,
Balloons and fire.
Sparks of love
Sparks of fear
Flickering everywhere
But then disappear
It’s a horrible cliché
But it’s still stuck in our dreams
Of a road trip and map
Where nothing’s as it seems.
A perfect summer campfire.
My heart has burst it’s starting to pour.
Sparklers and fairy tales
And twigs make up a dance floor.
If I place my hand in yours’
I’ll give you all my trust
But promise me that back at school
Our happiness won’t suddenly combust.
So take me on a road trip,
With blankets in the back
Where we dance like wild crazy animals
And toast marshmallows on your lap.

By Astrid Wood