Day of Bliss

Let's spend the morning
listening to bird calls
from the top of a high mountain,
while singing sweet melodies
to the carnations and daffodils
down in a meadow below.
Let your hair down loose
until it sinks below your waist -
we can both flow free today.
We are not going anywhere
just yet.

Can I take your hand,
and tell you I love you?
I do not care
if all the animals blush.
You do not even have
to say anything back to me.

Let's spend the afternoon
sealed up in blankets,
back in our darkened room.
I can put on some music,
and the soft, gentle harmony
can be the soundtrack to our kisses.

Let's spend the evening
sipping vodka from a glass
in my own private bar.

Later on, I will take you dancing -
holding you tightly while we sway,
whispering in your ear so softly:
"I never want this to end."

This is my perfect
day of bliss.


~J.V.Harker~
~Thursday 4 June 2009~