I see you in a sari made from satin on safari with a Nikon up the Yukon and I picture this while waiting so,
waiting for the yes or no,

follow me and I will show you quality,
don't confuse with quantity.

I have this nagging suspicion
that wishful thinking will
sink me,
but
I see you as the ripples that spread happiness in water which runs slowly through the countryside
where dragonflies and butterflies ride gentle on the gentler breezes
and time slips soft as petals on the falling meadow blossom.

Then I wake to stare out there at the harshness of reality where quantity not quality is the order of the day.