Garden Walk

Sparrows stand sentinel
Stolidly surveying us
Walking through the sunflowers

These are moments lost to time
A light wind blowing hair askew
(Not too much)

Sunshine catching shadows in your smile
Driving the pall from the pavement
Eyes I fall into
Missing the gardens
Barely hearing your words
Completely feeling your passion
As you stroke
Leaves
(Not too much)

Branches form a frame
Held up by hope

Moving behind me,
Arms around my waist and
Chin on my shoulder
You speak of futures,
Directing, driving our dreams

And I go "Uh-huh"

Dumbfounded by love
In a moment lost to time. . .