My Afternoon
For her.
There's a magical place
I like to call my afternoon.
Or maybe before evening
Would be just as good a name.
Hours away from darkness
Others call night.
I sit in the grass of my garden
Looking at spider webs flutter
Flat on my back.
Just in time to watch clouds dance by
Going somewhere high in the sky...
With me rooted, transfixed
To my spot for the show.
Leaves falling in graceful circles
Down on my head...
Caught by a breeze
Unseen..nice and cool
Like a pool...or a pond
Where my water lilies grow.
I dare not close my eyes
For even a second to blink
Not wanting to miss
Even a shadow of lights movement
In my magical garden.
I dream I can fly
Up the hill to our meadow
Into your sweet thoughts and warm eyes
This time just before evening...
In loves warm glow
For her.
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