Them Like June

Soft finger tips,
and a stare that goes
deeper than their eyes,
greets them like hot coffee,
and a soft June sunrise.

Some bit of hope,
shining on that face,
let’s on to the know,
of being in the right place.

Gracious to breathe,
the wind follows suit,
And their hair is blown to glaze,
best in the glaring moon.

The fog of the night,
help sets the mood,
And the only thing better,
is the sunlight in June.