In the Busyness of my Day

This poem was inspired by a special friend.

In the busyness of my day, it is a memory of you that gives me pause. I see you for some moment in timelessness where memories gather as eternal visions. You gaze at me with the gift of love you once shared. As I drive the long road toward my source,
it is your smile, your laughter, that look in your eye, the wavy brown softness of your hair that I see in the pattern of rock
		and grass and trees on the granite mountainside. I walk the ridge trail, each breath so sweet with wildflower wind. I stroke such a glorious view with my eyes. Or am I laying beside you, walking the tender curves of your body, breathing your breath, and stroking your hair until you purr such contentment
that the stars awake so they too may sparkle in this moment. I dance with these stars, atop the world,
and you dance with me – in my arms - flying across the starfield as one motion. It is this place, this timeless moment, that connects me so deeply to you. I feel you here. In the busyness of my day.