Might one recall the inherent beauty in a summer day
when a lover would wait upon dazzling eyes
the smiles of nature’s simple wonder crossing paths
with reality, this being the truth our passion.
Once on a summer day in the privacy of discretion
did we touch one another’s soul in gesture
breathtaking and stunned we searched each other
finding gasps, accepting a reach, centered
Oh to know the reality of suggestive human nature
when once love could be an acceptable urgency
we inside a dream, thought fantasy, turned reality
only to fall certainly off a ledge of despair
Sunlight has a well to rise in our everyday
the morning song of Nature guide our way.
