nothing more #2

the 24 cumulus clouds
sit suspended in the air
just about an inch over
the horizon, as the morning's
lone gull glides in a
graceful arc over the lush
green carpet that Nature
has provided, and nearby
a windchime tinkles
goodness and sunshine,
as my consciousness
is filled with your image,
and my ears hear the
many wonderful sounds
that come from you,
and the waves slowly lap
the shore, time
stands still,
and I need
nothing more.

September 20, 2009, for the Wifey.

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