Quill in Hand

golden sunlight in my eyes
gulls fly by in evening skies
petals falling in the breeze
senses tickled and they're teased

thoughts of you with quill in hand
catching visions as they land
all around and too within
with childlike wonder you begin...

watercolours in your mind
words escape to drift in time
portraits of your feelings too
in golden sunlight, sky dark blue

as one by one the stars appear
planets too with Venus near
shining brightly in the west
quill in hand you're at your best

senses tickled and they're teased
your words flutter...I'm so pleased
knowing that you understand
with a feather in your hand