A Dream

The sweet cool of the morning, hidden in the mist till the blush of
dawn heralds the rising sun, whose rays, sweeping aside the last
vapors, reveals us, as we together share warmth and joy.

I could be with you when the sun at its zenith caresses our bodies
but casts no shadow
The trees give dappled shades to conceal and confuse the senses.

The lengthening zephyr blown shadows calm our minds our bodies
seeking repose.
A setting sun a prelude to deep purple skies and twinkling stars.
Sated time to rest to dream, and wait for the return of the light.