Imagine

Imagine

I wonder if you are riding through the soft green mist of late spring
the color of your eyes...

Closing down my sleepy lids

I breathe in joy
giving it all away
to you...

I drop my head back
lifting my gaze
to the blinding white heavens 
spinning above

the clouds cover the expanse of sky so fully 

I have to imagine the velvety blue beneath

and I do...

Angela Minard 2015©