My Morning With You

We sat on top of the world
Cool was the young morning
We gazed upon the horizon
As the sun ascended into the day

You spoke of your youth
An old man who taught you to fish
Running through the forest trees
Lying on your back and counting the countless stars

I listened enraptured
Lost in your stories
Me an unseen visitor
Suddenly there in your past running along with you

A morning out of a fairy tail
A day without regret
A moment to treasure and cherish
Something to capture and hold