A certain song the sea wind knows
it sends thru puckered lips,

like kisses blown, across the bows
of drowsing sailing ships;

and stirs their sleepy sails
from their slumber with it's tune,

unfurls their folded petals
and brings them back in bloom.

The Sun sees me at my best,
  but the Moon....
the Moon knows all my secrets,
  and loves me nontheless....

All this bottled up
nostalgia;
pour it
and drink up.
A dream
sustained
in the air;
a star
without
a name.
Ray of light
hides
between
these glaring eyes.

Sitting
Face to face
Two friends
Taking tea
Taste bud
Receptors
Processing
Everything
Seeing your
Friend across
From you
To the soul
Within