the sun also lingers

it's not as simple as it first appears
finger-painting smears
across my face
when i stand in the valley
with my new friend Sally
and her frilly lace.
her foot steps etching sand
a drink in each hand
her music flows
we watch the sun roll around
not making a sound
and it knows
touching skin with fingers
as it lingers
all afternoon long
sweeping the floor
and more
with song.
and when it seems
i have nothing but dreams
out my window
i see through the dark
her smile in my park
and a moon glow.