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.