Lingering
~
Golden soft, rays a’ fleeting filter,
pristine light through branches does sift
along a peach grove corridor
and dirt road dreams of scattered dust
I sit and watch the day unfolding,
hot, the cup my hand now holds
Tiny sips of morning flavors sing
as I long for the miles to disappear
Beyond blue skies calling out to me
from northern horizons with voices melodic
Bringing the music of your heart
on breezes … sugar sweet and pure
As I taste your smile of sunrise beauty,
feel your touch of dawning desire
and stare off quietly to where I’d rather be…
I sip my cup again, lingering in all that is you
~
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