Bleary eyed beauty in aromas sweet By tinctures of air lilac on the leaf Give not unto me that broken heartbeat That crushed sense of being.., of belief.
“When, you became a reality... to me Not” the falling petals of a dying rose. The enchanted melting’s of recent snow. Not a tale of long ago! “When, you became a reality to me.
Soulful as a butterfly on the wind You speak your notes, like a bird would sing Midnight is a garden, filled with stars When you speak to me Raindrops of passion, dissolving...
