A girl with hair like the pitch black night. 
And skin like the bleach white moon.

Steping from the shadows Into the light.

Her eyes lit with a firey baze.
Sparkiling like the sunshine 
On the mornings dew haze.

Her eyes in this way holding my gaze.
Full lips pulled back in a perfect smile.
Laughing I'm sure at my astonished face. 

This image burned into my mind.
Like the brand on cattle marked forever. 
Engulfing me as my brain surrenders.

keyan blend
in coffee ***
                             sun smiling
                             high in sky

maramalade
of crisp muffin
                            
                          sea sparkiling
                          breeze cooling

lawn mowers
cutting green
                    
                           my boys
                          gone fishin
                        
                        
lazy sunday
has begun..