Present moment.

It used to be a land of green memories that I wanted to keep in a locket. Fingers playing with time. Past around my neck.
As I travel through these lands of green I think of you there on the other side of the horizon. Can you hear me now? Can you feel my breath so alive travelling towards your feet and whispering that I understand. Your patchwork face turns towards me with every step I take. The skin of brown soil and your bare feet so connected to this land that sometimes I wonder if it is you who stamps on it or is it the earth that chose to support you in every step you take so that you could walk for thousand miles until you become one with the ground beneath your feet. I bath in the depth of your eyes that do not see me. Those eyes that look so far away across time... To win with time or to lose with it. You cannot win from it eternity, you can only prolong the anticipation of loss, and once you loose I will stand on the threshold night after night to light a lamp so that you could find your way back in the dark.
I thought I could keep those moments forever. I would collect green leaves to enjoy them secretly when you would walk across the desert searching for life. I would run towards you to give you the touch of their green... but they turned brown with time...  Green lives only in the present. It can not be stored for future generations.
Love exists only in the present moment. Not before, not later... only now....
Can you feel my voice? Can you touch the wind of my wings? Can you see the parrot sitting silently by the window as you busy yourself with words that brought me here. It is now. It is green.