The sun and the time
I think they're having a secret love affair
For on the sunniest of days,
Time moves at a slow, languid pace
Like the opening notes of a love song.
Even the wind appears to slow down
Coaxing only lazy shivers from the sun-warmed trees
And their shadows
On sun-warmed windows.
Everything that the sun touches
Glows with pleasurable warmth -
The kind that rises inside you,
When you take a deep swill of whiskey.
The wispy summer clouds and the July pollen
They slow down too,
For on the sunniest of days,
Time stretches like a string of gum
Almost convincing you
That the day will never end
These balmy hours suspended in time
Everlasting, like the lingering taste of a passionate first
kiss.
