wildflowers in the wind

into the night

when the moon paints in abstract brush strokes of light across my dreams

into an ink black sky....

the stars become  the muse of the artist's eye;

and

 when winter smiles at summer's bloom

the moss under myfeet cradle the wildflowers

before you smile,

before you stare from ghostly eyes that gaze out to the sea.//

you..notes upon my piano in a studio at midnight

your laugh like a trellis of music

that echoes in the silence of the night

your voice echoing across the stones of beach glass

worn though time..

notes woven into the sweater of your heart

long gone before i had time to tell you

"un dag"

long gone before i could hold your heart in the breath of wildflowers in the wind.