Sleepy
Softly sweet Spring breezes blow on Sunday,
And I am lost in wonder thought – finches’,
Chickadees’ and robins’ music stitches
Through my dozing surprising Beatles’ play.
From out the West, great clouds grumble brontide
But so my soul chooses singing with birds
Gathering gloom may not enter my words
For you, my Love, center all thoughts beside.
McCartney sings despite the darkest night
His love will never die. Security
Like this holds dreams in perpetuity;
Dozing content, this portrait’s pretty sight.
One perfect ending, how I wish it would,
You kiss me, “Love, I came soon as I could.”
© 2017 David W. Palmer
Copyright © David Palmer | Year Posted 2017
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