Lazily Dreaming
She loves me, she loves me not,
Puffing away at a Dandelion clock
On a timeless breathless afternoon
In a lush green Lambwaths paddock.
Six endless weeks of summer holiday
Somehow suddenly drawing to an end,
One of the last days of our last week
Enjoying my hours with my old friend.
Next week the last school year starts,
Life changing decisions to be made,
Some staying in the academic world
Most, like me, into work, maybe trade.
So this special afternoon of this week
The last long holiday most will know
Puffing at the Dandelion clock hoping
Just for a while time will gently slow
Knowing this special afternoon
With this special friend
Marks the start of the months
Bringing childhood to an end,
A long frenzied year that from
Its slow but inevitable start
Will change our directions
And force our lives to part.
The summer sun’s lazy heat,
The murmuring little stream,
Inducing a pleasant state
Almost like a living, waking dream.
She loves me, she loves me not
Both more than just a little sad
As our dandelion clocks count
Down to the loss of what we’d had.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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