This Day

It's so quiet on this beautiful day

The quietest I've ever heard

Except for the wind that whistles along its way;

Except for the soft chirping of a bird

Come and sit with me

And look at the cloudless sky

The field we're in is like the sea

With the bees swimming on by

The grass sways in the wind

like seaweed in water

With the largest field we're in

we shall never falter

And like the sun

creeping its way through time

We carry on

in this poem; in this rhyme

So, as the sun, in all its glory,

is covered in a blanket of colors

Tell me a story

to turn my fears into fascinating wonders.

"Come, sit with me

in this field of light

Until, it's gone from me

and it is engulfed with night.

Then, look at the sky

with all the stars

Go ahead and sigh.

Lay down, my love, in the field that is ours

Sleep, if you will

But don't sleep too late

For there is a dawn still

Just for you, as you wake

Dream of this day

and its quiet so true,

Dream of me to stay

Always and forever with you."