Sunday

First time in days my muse has visited.

Here I stand, I can do no other
Lost in a trance of golden light
Where tulips and daisies moved like whispers
Bringing back forgotten memories in my mind.

I sat still for a moment-without breathing
Holding in the sweet scent of remembrance
As a cool mist licked at my face
Sending wonderful shivers down my spine.

Brought back to present existence
The sky had darkened to a faint violet
I gasped for breath in the bitter air
Realizing nightfall would be here in a matter of time.