A sudden shaft of sunlight shines
a liquid pool on woodwork of
my desk, awakens surreptitious
memories of youth and lazy
autumn garden days in the
sun spent playing with mud
I am enchanted as it colours the
deep chocolate fair blonde, stare
transfixed as the ironwork table
blends into liquid gold, spend
a few moments outside of ever
linear time
enter a magic realm of the sun
created just for me – you see
why I know it is my special friend,
kissing me morning soft, enfolding
me in velvet warmth as I read
by the pool?
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