Summer Day Dreams

I sit on the glider under the water oak,
the wind runs through my hair, tugging
it playfully, honey suckle scent
infused breeze whispers
to me about you.

You lay down across the glider,
head in my lap, eyes looking up
and smile as I flow my fingers
through your hair.

I sway the hinges
we drift in our own world,
one that exists between
our eyes, and I hear your voice
as you sing to me softly
and the clouds roll by.