Today, I leave early for my daily walk.

The night holds the stars as I walk to the one place that I call,

The Perfect Day.

I walk through the tangles of vines and trees, the tall weeds whip my legs as I walk down my private trail.

Through the trees, I can hear I am there.

I sit down in the short grass, grabbing my pen & paper, for today I tell of,

My Perfect Day.

The sun’s rays peak over the majestic mountains, like fingers petting a unicorn.

The Perfect Day comes into light as I write my emotions.

The sky is tie-died blue, red, orange, purple and yellow.

It sets up The Perfect Day to be told.

The gentle waterfall runs through rugged land until it comes to the perfect day.

It fall so peacefully and angelically as a light mist sprinkle the blue roses.

The roses wake up as the sun taps them.

Their faces hold only the beauty of this place.

The Perfect Day.

The small pool is so calm here.

All I hear is the birds.

The day is warm and a gentle breeze blows through my hair, in the place that I call

The Perfect Day.

Here I come to relieve and stress, to put away the night’s worries.

I slip my silk robe and gown off to reveal my slender beauty, as I step into the spring water of

The Perfect Day.

Here I belong, not in the woods for I am the Maiden of the Water.

And here I call The Prefect Day.

Here is the place where everything around me is flawless.

Even the butterflies as they kiss the roses, and I keep this place to myself forever.

The Perfect Day, is my perfect place.

2011 unpublished works. © by Rebbecca Abernathy