Recollection II

In mornings

    we sun ourselves

       in fields of green,



frolicking to and fro

    the wind smells fresh of flowers,



In afternoons

    we count raindrops

       gazing at windows

          spanning wet worlds,



Sometimes we'd get ourselves soaked

    our socks squishing in old rubbers,



While waiting for rainbows,

    we kiss.....



In evenings

    we sit on the porch

       watching silent stars

          him playing his guitar

             while I... laying my head closed-eye

                on his comforting shoulder...



   
              
         RAVEN