A Sunday morning, the mistaken alarm,
Those dreamy eyes, that melodious charm,
The warm peach sky gleaming in through the drapery,
A trance, blurring lines between magic and sorcery.
A room full of friends, a Winter's delight,
A smoking chimney amidst the freezing night,
Laughs and giggles, sandwiches and cheese,
An arm around the shoulder, some more wine, please!
A lonely dusk, a house locked,
Forgotten keys, and windows docked,
A starry night, through the grass in the lawn,
Until one of the keys or the locksmith return.
An open road, before the morning light,
A buzzing motor, a shining knight,
Accompanied may be, by comrades or the wind,
A pounding heart, with adrenaline brimmed.
The fading summer afternoon heat,
Cool breeze gushing as the waters retreat,
Wet feet, dug deep, in the sparkling sand,
Sandcastles, a rake and a lemonade stand.
When the light goes dim,and the times are bleak,
When the body or the mind are rendered too weak,
For the calling of the soul from the yonder side,
May the warmth from these simple things, in our memories, reside.
- Illuminartist92 :)
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