The End to a Perfect Day
By Mouse Poet
As the night slowly approaches The two sit side by side And feel the blades of grass tickle their bare feet As they swing in the silent breeze Watching the sun sink Below the horizon while talking about simple little nothings. With the birth of the gentle starlight A new conversation emerges with the naming of names And drawing of the pictures On the magnificent canvas in the sky the night creatures sing their praises. Later as they retire To their haven of completeness They immerse their feelings In the warm water of relaxation With bubbles of laughter about the thoughts Of things they have done And yearn to do. As the time slips deeper into the night The man melts the stresses of her worries And fears of her past into the sheets of comfort and peace While her thoughts grasp for an eternity Of hope and desire for her once childhood fantasies With the closing of the moment They embrace each other in their arms And enter into a world of make-believe Where the thoughts and expressions Of these two will forever live With peace and freedom until one day When it will all become a reality. Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 02:54 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"As the night slowly approaches..."