First Rose of Summer Dreams

by Rita Pal

As gently as the summer breeze
As softly as the summer rose
As sweet as the summer rain

Just one stolen kiss

Thrown from you
Stolen from you
Captured from you

In those summer dreams

For, I miss you most of all
When all my sunsets start to fall.


I wonder what Toffee was dreaming about this morning? I've been dreaming of my next Summer escape to foreign climes, this time only for the day, and I'm travelling there by bus! Can you guess where I'm heading? A clue: my rucksack will be full of Bara Brith this time!!