M Teresa Clayton
I look into the meadow; and see you lying in the shadow
Among wild-flowers gently blowing in the breeze.
Sunlight kisses your face; you greet her warm embrace,
Morning awakens with you, with such delicate ease.
There in tall grasses, dew-drops upon your lashes
Sparkling like diamonds on a bride's wedding day.
The robin and the wren, their harmonies melting within,
The air, serenading the flop-earred rabbits as they play.
I take so much delight in this fairy-tale sight
It brings me joy and pause for a giggle or two.
Then suddenly you're gone; the dream has passed on
Into the silence; in the moment I start missing you.
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