Tairngir tellings

Like an earthly stubble:
the grass tickles my palms
as we lazily lay.
Joy
is my strange companion,
as the sun slips
behind the hill;
waving
a bye to the day.
A gentle breath
seduces the skin,
as in tree
a dove sounds
a mellow coo.
My restless mind
is awed into quiet,
as my mind's eye
turns longingly
upon you.
All those little lies
that whisper:
"unworthy"
turn to dust
before your passion stare.
The lazy lean
of a sapling tree
reminds me,
that all about
has little to worry
and needs not care.
Once forgotten summers
return:
in a single beat;
my heart athlete
as our favourites play along,
lazily leading.
Basking in fruit's glory
of furrows filled
with labours past.
A blast!
the earth gives up
it's bounty bleeding.
We walk in smiles
with Him,
who is all to us.
Redeeming our joy
from prisons dread.
Released
our heart's peace breathing,
as forgotten
love‐lorn paths
we silently tread.
In this moment:
at this time,
all is dream.
All else seems pretty pantomime.
Naked in every way:
my soul,
mind
and body.
Shoddy
the idea of limit to this time.
As the moon
silently silver,
a sliver of a smiling face,
winking takes it turn.
Sun dips
into landscape beyond
to bleach new skin,
sights and times to burn.