Summer evening's reflection

Summer evening wains, warm and slow
Setting sun fills sky in amber glow
Day past beckons as memories stir
Of green the grass blanket; where we lay

Plaid under; blue over; as sun
With clouds play; shade covers with leaves of
varied hue; But golden is your
covered mane; hair spun by natures touch

Surreal beyond reality
Reach I must, to feel your precious face
before I wake from dreams slumber
For how can such a beauty be real?

A touch brings smile to lips of yours
No slumber to wake that would dispel
For in this moment as love fills
The universe cannot contain

8,9,8,9 meter
To Susan my inspiration of this poem