Soft Filters


I dream in soft filters,

And pale hazy hues,

Of long summer days,

With nothing to do,

But lay in the daisies,

Cloud gazing with you,

Your warm hazel eyes,

Eclipsing the view.

The slightest touch of your lips,

Sets my mind ablaze,

My stomach in knots,

At the faintest graze,

I could stay here forever,

In this blissful daze,

Nourished by nature,

Lost in your gaze.

©2017 by Daniel Devenney.