Perfect Day Poem by dave lessard

Sunshine calls to lovers close,
they lead us to the meadow;
you, the winsome, comely lass,
me, the handsome fellow.

We climb the hilltop quickly,
the view spread out, so grand;
the wind blows kisses on our cheeks,
as we walk hand-in-hand.

Here we can escape the world,
by our being up above;
two beings looking out at space,
two hearts that walk in love.

The evening gather stars,
as we return to earth;
laughter ringing in our ears,
basking in our mirth.

Upon the porch we linger,
upon the porch, we sing;
thoughts encased in dreaming,
of what the night might bring.