SEAT TO ELBOW

Waking, what did the sun hold?

Did I see frowns or smiles of the night?

My face thought under the delight.

Where would walk take me?

She held my palms tightly across the sea,

As the wind carries a leaf in autumn.

Upon camp, over the blue kanga we sat,

The picnic basket, on the ground flat,

Our shoulders rubbing, she was happy.

I wanted to share my whole world,

While she only wanted to say one word,

Earth isn't love, talking is like clouds.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL