Tiny wild flowers,
Bobbing their colours in the breeze,
And their scent
Mingling with the sweetness
Of the soft, soft grass around us,
And you caressing the inside of my soul
Which you know
Better than your own,
You, comfortable and warm,
Your bliss glowing sunlight smiles
That melt my sighs,
And me, leaning back in your arms,
Safe and beyond happy,
Our heart singing
With the summer birds.
Would that Time could
Stand still with us forever,
In this, our sacred summer place!
(11 October 2011)
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