Another Place, Another You

Rush of wind 
beckoned another day
The grass, its corners
obstructing the sun
I stumble upon it
grasshoppers, butterflies, moths
oblivious of my stumble
Only you and only you
meet my fidgety eyes
a spark flies
even brilliant than the grass's corners
I want to chase the spark
but it is destined for the dark
You do approach
Now, what do i broach?
Hi, I say
The moment strained
Then relieved 
by the corner of your lips
The smile perched on the mouth's corners
Seven minutes
You and I transfixed
Transmitting, Communicating
Telepathic, I say, what do u think
She does say something 
Something, drowned by another wind
another place
another Sun
another grass
another you 
sans another me