Extraordinary afternoon

~

 

Where can it be, that my mind has taken me,

as this pathway comes and goes,

causing open doors to close

 

What’s this I feel, in these hours I conceal,

like a pattern on a shelf,

standing right beside myself

 

I find that . . .

 

She’s the morning when you hear that tune,

like a Thursday in the month of June,

or a daisy learning how to bloom,

on a

extraordinary afternoon

 

She’s the . . .

 

freshest corner of the atmosphere,

like a river running bold and clear,

climbing mountains while you have no fear,

when your

prayers are answered and you have her near

 

it’s here . . .

 

in the rainy scene,

like a magazine,

painted tangerine

and a shade of green

 

with a caring smile,

in her special style,

laughing all the while,

every dusty mile

 

Whose up ahead, underneath a sky of red

when the twilight comes to call,

in the shadows of it all

 

How can I know, if my song is sure to flow,

like an echo on the wing,

that will make her spirit sing

 

I guess I’ll  . . .

 

chase the lightning as the thunder roars,

find a rainbow as my heaven pours,

take her hand and lead her on the way

to the,

garden entrance planted yesterday

 

Tell her . . .

 

she is all that I will ever need,

every hunger that I long to feed,

yellow roses in a full moon beam

glowing

effervescent on my midnight dream

 

She’s my . . .

 

extraordinary afternoon

 

 

Author's Note

Inspired

Reviews

[Pete]

a carefree, relaxing read. quite the afternoon. much enjoyed. deep, strong visuals.

who needs headlights - "yellow roses in a full moon beam"

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend.