I used to want it all

but now I gather free fall

white petals floating on an ether breeze.

 

The fire & the rose have burnt a huge hole

I’ve done so much of nothing

since we’ve been.

 

Other’s talk of love

how little they know,

of waft of weft  our  inner  harmony:

 

& when I think of you

my heart still skip soars

a living breathing grace

 

an entity,

 

where the trees sing for us

of early sun & Spring solace

that lasts a Summer lifetime

 

forever you & me

&  lemon dreams.