There is a glow

In the morning sun

In the cool breeze

That skims along

This blue lake’s surface

There is a glow

That shines from your face

As we sit quietly next to one-another

Reading on the dock

As the waves make music

And the clouds race past overhead

Uniformly interspersed with blue

There is a glow

In this new formed memory

That enshrines the idea –

Perfect moments are effortless

They are an unplanned part

Of an ongoing chain of togetherness

That few people ever really get

Except the fortunate.