Lucky

(For Emily, my Muse)

Lucky blows the gentle breeze,
That rustling in her hair,
Creates a flowing, endless wave,
Of colour in the air.

Lucky fall the drops of rain,
That cool her burning face,
And soothe her skin on summer days,
Then leave without a trace.

Lucky shine the sunny beams,
That bathe her room at dawn,
Displaying gently in her sleep,
The beauty of her form.

Lucky flow the waves of sound,
That leave her lips so smooth,
With whispered voice, they warm my heart,
And never fail to soothe.

But luckiest, of all the lucks,
Is one that she holds dear,
The many gifts that she can bring,
Ensure that he stays near.

(18.10.23)