Capturing

Two hands holding in the sunset Pulsing a perfect June dream From the seed of a spring encounter Two flowers Wading a youthful dance towards April rain And in the pool a deep sight To the soft skin on her exposed ankle Burning to it like the light from soft little rain on her leg I want to be this memory I capture things for their eternity To hold them, to hold your memories I capture things for their eternity To hold them, to hold your memories The rivers sprinkle angelic sporеs into my hands