Pure Delight

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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