Untiltled V3 Poem by Andrew Sean H

Between the suns warming rays
and the cool sweet grass;
a break in the wind
brings stillness to the spring water
where a reflection begins to gain familiarity:
it is of you counting the lily-pads floating
some with a water-Lilly some without.
Unaware of the fondness for you the water and I share;
yourself daydreaming of us together in a perfect moment,
only at another time and place.

Either way, we are together there now.