Happy

I counted each bone in your fingers as you ran them through my hair..
your lips played a merry tune I almost knew., 
and the soft warm winds blew through us, 
in horizontal horizons too vast to comprehend. 

The flowers in the field looked on, drenched in summer heat..
and I was content to let the minutes slip on by.

Oh how I love you, do you know that?
the days will find us here again and again
time will allow us this one request, I hope...
  
Are you hungry?, we could go and have some lunch..
we've already had our dessert.
 
No, she said.., let's stay with the flowers and let the sun have its fun..
a little longer won't hurt.

I like my friend happy, and happy was her name that day...
keeping in tune as her fingers continued playing..

The weatherman says we're going to get a storm, are you ready?
I am, she said, I've known so many before.

I smiled at her, and she smiled back..
and content to let it be..
and so glad my happy let me.

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Charles Messina

February 16, 2021 at 5:39 AM

Beautiful poetry, Richard. Your golden pen still spills. Lovely write my friend. ~Charlie

Rama Balasubramanian

February 13, 2021 at 8:02 PM

Wonderful write on how nature can bring peace and contentment. How many of sit and enjoy, being at the moment. God bless! Take care, Rama

Mystic Rose Rose

February 11, 2021 at 7:10 PM

I think you should hand on to that Happy, she sounds lovely Raven

Heidi Sands

February 10, 2021 at 7:19 AM

I absolutely love this. A poem filled with contentment, love and peace. A FAV for me. So well written Richard. Have a great day :)

Jennifer Proxenos

February 9, 2021 at 5:22 AM

A very comforting soothing romantic write which gives such a clear message to those who want to hear it. It is the small pleasures in life, the afternoon sun shining on you, flowers that grow all around where you sit on the grass, a contentment only experienced through the eyes of love.

James Horn

February 8, 2021 at 7:53 PM

Where is the go lucky at. Or is that part of LSMFT Lord Save me from Truman. Did you try to go to VMI and were given the sign which was high and need no alibi or policy which is Blue Sky in a county which is dry.

Andrea Dietrich

February 8, 2021 at 1:48 PM

thanks for your lovely comment on my recent poem. I'll look quickly and see if there is anything of yours for me to see.

Gershon Wolf

February 7, 2021 at 6:48 PM

I just adore the last three lines. Made my evening, Richard. ~ Keep smiling; stay Happy, Gershon

Eve Roper

February 5, 2021 at 8:38 AM

Well done, Richard, why leave when the time is still perfect, storm or no storm. Hugs Eve

Panagiota Romios

February 5, 2021 at 4:10 AM

A Fave in my book. Has such classical overtones. I wanted to be her.))) Beautiful verse Richard... Pangie

Andrea Dietrich

February 1, 2021 at 3:59 PM

gorgeously romantic. Love this!

Robert Lindley

January 31, 2021 at 7:41 PM

So smooth, so romantic and reminds of a romantic day once I had in my youth. *Twas late summer, the breeze a charm.* The sky a vast, bright glowing blue.* Her sparkling eyes, her raven hair.* We were the world just us, we two.* She pleading, with her loving stare.* My sweet angel, my dearest love. *As we dreamed of heaven above. Your poem a fav....