On A Heavenly Day Poem by Yohan Confectioner

We lie back on the boat's prow,
Hand in hand beside each other.

The sky is as silent as we are,
Though, our Hearts beat
In such rhythmic frenzy,
That the sky can stay calm no longer.
It rumbles, and vexes the meditative mood.
We wait, anxious, for the little Drops
To fall from Heaven;
As it always does on days like these:
The inexpressible joy and quietness of perfection.
One of those Heavenly days that cannot die.

A touch of Perfection
A taste of Love.