In Perfect Time. By Sally Hutchison
Give me a day that I can rest in the tall grass and warm sand. At a place the sky and ocean meet in brilliant harmony. "Where are you sleeping?" Time might whisper in my ear "Somewhere lost in your minutes" I'll reply with cool breezes dancing about me. This is my perfect place in time A place my beloved holds my hand, gazes in my eyes, brushes away the hair gently from my face, holds me securely in his arms and softly speaks my name. Blissfully peaceful. c/o sallyjean1166wellshutchison