I took this photo this morning at 8.30 am, the blue sky through the beauty of the tree captured my inspiration; but what was really stunning were the two birds of prey riding the thermals above.
I reached out to touch your face,
My hand went through your skin
And then your image dissipates.
Like a reflection in the water
That’s broken by a pebble
The ripples go on forever
Like warm memories
Of lost lovers.
Chased my dream
Away and there you
Were still sleeping, I lent
Over to kiss your face, and
You smiled as you were waking.
The alarms shrilling ring-ring-ring
Was I really still dreaming; slowly,
Eyes opening; you were softly sleeping.
© Julian Clarke 2016