finer things

we stroll in the air
and she teases and dares
we dance in the sky
and she swims as she bares

her hand holding mine
as the theme-park ride flies
her eyes watching too
as love wanders through

though the garden in summer
struggles to bloom
they’ll be birds of paradise
blossoming soon

orange – green – yellow – blue

her time off – my joy
leaving work well behind

lemon – milk – butter – lime

paraphernalia – colourful times

my heart beating louder
as yearnings arise
the planet forgotten –
the weatherman shines

stealing my sunglasses
off my shoulder in spring

but a few, but a few
of the finest of things