Sublime
To be in clover as the soft wind blows -
my love beside me underneath blue sky.
Each minute as it quickly comes and goes
we give no thought to, for in love we lie
with scent of meadow flowers in the air.
We watch the clouds drift, naming forms we see.
Tranquility and gladness find us there.
No other place would I prefer to be.
His arms enwrap me as it’s growing cold.
His eyes meet mine; I shiver with delight.
Behind a mountain slides the sun - once gold.
The moon appears. It rises with the night,
and passion in our own souls starts to climb.
Can any day be any more sublime?
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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