I dream of days gone by
As warm, golden light gently kisses my hair.
I move, cautiously,
Along the rocky bed of the stream.
The crisp water sweetly caresses my skin
While I gaze through
Reflections of trees and clouds
Seeking a treasure similar to those
Found on warm summer afternoons
Of my youth.
At once my eyes come to a glistening stone.
I bend to grasp it.
It slips through my fingers.
The water swirls around my slender wrist as
I reach for the smooth stone
floating to its resting place.
I once again capture my prey.
I bring it up to the glow of the mid-day sun.
It shimmers as though it was
Inlaid with diamonds.
A smile cannot be contained
As the days hunt produces a
Treasure without measure.
copyright Robyn Graham