|Ink and watercolor in moleskine|
A day that sings softly and subtly,
Its tune a gentle breeze,
Its lyrics whispy white clouds drifting.
A day disguised as any day,
That winks in delight, and waves
One hand as though it dons a magic cloak.
Beside me you rest as I sketch the day
And the children, the cotton candy, and trees,
But all that I know is you, your touch and your smile.
When lifelong companions are one day old,
And under the spell of a day,
We remember together that day, and no more than one.