The last dish carefully put away
The working day is through
It's time to catch a gentle breeze
And spend some time with you
Let's skip the local weather
And what happened yesterday
I need to feel you close to me
And stare out on the bay
No need for conversation
Let nature soothe our ears
With calling birds and breezy sounds
And the wind chimes swaying here
The easiness of a summer dusk
Unfolds to our delight
The pale pinks mixing with the blues
Before it melts to night
Time holds us in a gentle hug
As tender as green grass
And though we live so separately
We're alone here now, at last
I'll remember well these moments
Tracing pictures on my heart
Of you and I on a summer's eve
In a place that time forgot
Karen Shaw Matteson
©2002
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