Long hot summer days
look but don't touch the whispers
hiding in the shade
a breath - just about clinging on...
...and I reach out
and I run my fingers through your soft, warm hair
as - fingers through confetti
and the shadows mark time 'neath the tall oak tree under which we sit
and I notice the fields of fire
exploding with the summer heat
flames of colour and texture!
...and then I get it
this is it!
This is the dream I can touch
this is all I want
you - you are all I want
so I can reach out and touch every part of it
this is what we are living for
this simplicity that nature brings
life as simple as you and me and this summer's day
a day we've earnt
a day we will remember for all time
this summer's day
this
perfect
summers day
