My Afternoon

For her. There's a magical place I like to call my afternoon. Or maybe before evening Would be just as good a name. Hours away from darkness Others call night. I sit in the grass of my garden Looking at spider webs flutter Flat on my back. Just in time to watch clouds dance by Going somewhere high in the sky... With me rooted, transfixed To my spot for the show. Leaves falling in graceful circles Down on my head... Caught by a breeze Unseen..nice and cool Like a pool...or a pond Where my water lilies grow. I dare not close my eyes For even a second to blink Not wanting to miss Even a shadow of lights movement In my magical garden. I dream I can fly Up the hill to our meadow Into your sweet thoughts and warm eyes This time just before evening... In loves warm glow For her.