The Beauty I See

I dreamt last night of the flower fair

as I ran my fingers through your hair

the world swept by around me



I did not care with you right there

with all the the promise of the dare

like nectar to the bee



In my mind thoughts of you bind

your voice it rings inside; sublime

and still, I love you free
TheHiker TheHiker
41-45, M
May 16, 2012