If I gave you a flower for every time
you made me smile in happiness.
A garden would blossom in the
corners of my heart, as psychedelic
aromas of loves essence danced in the air.

You are a thousand butterflies released
in my mind every time you smile.
I would catch everyone in a jar, a thousand
colours that would paint a rainbow on my mind.
Woven imagery of you blossoming in my heart.

My mind is constipated, I try to force
upon the bowels of my mind but nothing
is versed, only flatulence of syllables
that linger in the air.

Gagging on the stench was released outwards,
others cringe at what was versed in
needing of a release. I look upon the laxative
of imagery and I feel my mind soften up.

My pen sits on the white waiting for a release,
without warning a vocalization is forced slowly.
I spray my syllables on to the white, relaxed that
the congestion is released, words flow eagerly out.

Winters tide was regressing lingering
in moments of perpetual imbalance.
For the sight of seasons changing
was becoming benumbed in reflection.

Tears were woefully descending as
sentiment was clinging to branches.
An interval of passing was imminent
and one was fleeting in bleak breath.

As one was entombed in slumbering
hibernation, never quite departing.
Petals awoke to the kiss of a thousand
sunbeams, basking in seasons embrace.

Do you take thee with this pen
             to forever weave the musing words.

Binding both of you in the blank pages
                        that will be versed upon joining syllables.

Never fading
only getting deeper in meaning

                      with each verse read.

life is a busy street,
             that some times

                                            takes longer to cross.