You are my pure delight
as I lay here under ever changing skies
overwhelmed by the canvas painted before me.
I glance heavenward, so taken by the beauty I cannot believe I am where I am.
My parka, a warm blanket,
snuggles my body working hard to keep the chill at bay,
as I stare long into blues and iridescent clouds;
transported to another time, while the wind ruffles the fur around my face.
Anxious to sneak another look at you once more,
I turn my head and you steal another piece of my heart
silencing my objective reality.
I am not me and you are not you.
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Beautiful, serene and full of love!
Thank you most kindly.
Pleasure is mine!