Soft white clouds paint themselves on a rich blue canvas.
Endless threads of aircraft mist map roads between them.
Golden rays of sunlight feed fields of swaying crops.
They shimmer with a hypnotic haze to the rhythm of a passing breeze.
The scent of grass, flowers, water, a harvest lay a perfumed blanket across the contours of the land.
Her pretty face radiant with eternal youth as a soft breeze caresses and cools her sun soaked skin.
The buzz of bees and the shifting hum of a distant plane sculpt a tranquil melody in the strings of my mind.
I lay down in the soft warm bed of grass beside you.
I rest my head on the gentle rise and fall of your body.
The rhythm of your heart adds a beat to the music drifting through me.
The key slowly turns.
The lock is undone.
The gate swings smoothly open.
You enter and rest in my garden.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
Soft white clouds paint themselves on a rich blue canvas.
Endless threads of aircraft mist map roads between them.
Golden rays of sunlight feed fields of swaying crops.
They shimmer with a hypnotic haze to the rhythm of a passing breeze.
The scent of grass, flowers, water, a harvest lay a perfumed blanket across the contours of the land.
Her pretty face radiant with eternal youth as a soft breeze caresses and cools her sun soaked skin.
The buzz of bees and the shifting hum of a distant plane sculpt a tranquil melody in the strings of my mind.
I lay down in the soft warm bed of grass beside you.
I rest my head on the gentle rise and fall of your body.
The rhythm of your heart adds a beat to the music drifting through me.
The key slowly turns.
The lock is undone.
The gate swings smoothly open.
You enter and rest in my garden.
