The 24th Hour

She says I listen to corny songs,

I laugh knowing she’s so right

yet I can’t help enjoy nostalgia

leaves me helpless to lovely times

~

I might be sitting in the meadow

with your head in my lap

a beautiful sun streaming in

and me clueless to your beauty

~

we talk of beauty being surreal

a sort of imaginative perspective

and only then can we realize

a world is beautiful in the moment

~

I remember that day just holding

you, while your eyes smiled at me,

we could have sat through a setting

sun and a rising moon, every hour.

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