A satin sun breeze softly murmurs, passing a kiss over my breast
──as though a sumptuous gold cloth beckons me forth,
dressed for a palace to rest──how pleasing for a queen

Shadows dance to a beautiful serenade──laughing
at the edge of my eyes, where once I could see you
now tiny suns are reflected──in tears dressing my cheeks

Wishes, once great outside inside where I held you dear,
all swarm like bees to passion fruit blooms hung in a gardens
gallery──blushing purple hand painted by suns love

Emerald leaves rustle, teasing globules of blood oranges,
fading out to dusky pinks readying to pour juice forth, and
frilly cream Hibiscus flowers have exploded like go-go dancers
──being naughty

Mosaic sun peeled words you built around the wishing fountain,
by the steps of poems in my leadlight stained temple dreams,
Pomegranates seeds we ate in life’s ****** toil are now trees in the sand

The Guava fruits have fallen a pungent perfume fills the air, a reminder──discarded, tilling reflections once of a King on the Nile in my royal Egyptian garden of dreams.


©ASPAR (A Sol Poet by Arnay Rumens) 04/2019