dusk setting slow
walking down that picture perfect path
she walks into me
her grass woven hair nestled behind
pale pointed ears
slight bruises and cuts are evident
from, she tells, a fun flight down
a ten story waterfall into this
clear, crystal clear, windexed glass clear
pool of mystical waters that i...
that i could only dream of, she whispers
and looking at the question in my eyes
back to poems
back to summer days