A gentle touch Of nectar~ Sweet serenade. The affairs between Blooms and bees- Pollen love. In the sunlight~~ The color and scent Of honey on my lips. The wind lingers On butterfly wings- A rhythm of blues. Flowers open Their petals- I daydream Into the aether.
I watch the sun rise
In my cup of coffee, in
Golden light of dawn,
I watch sunbeams hue your eyes;
Like sparkling gemstones
You become amaranth ritual in my day .