jasmine streams fill the soul
lilacs vivid sing
poetry by shallow brooks
see how comes the spring

syllables resting on lips
be tinged in reprise
may deepening twilight be
melted into your eyes

by traces of this lake
few tales candidly string
through brightest flowy blossoms
see how comes the spring

how silken breezes drown
fuse in sun's saffron arms
may tulips finest be
paled against your charms

amidst nature's romance
restless orioles sing
crooning by shallow brooks
see how comes the spring

hallowed lands touch idling feet
madly mumble marching in
waiting lips and wings of bright
watch and hear the games begin

lucid furnace of its dream
or something akin
yearn a sketch of resurrection
sample sights of spring

dancing fingers live the warmth
on tips of trailing twigs
beat a pitch, phrase a song
for blossoms breathed within

which meets a palisade of change
relish his laughing sin
and halts in ***** of her sky
to womb of shadows bring

a day of gleaming fragrances
in orchards verdant seen
caged and frozen in her eyes
or melted in his being

if limber kiss of morning dew
may steer a flock of wind
through listless green of jilted rhymes
let the games begin

lost in fain quagmire of words
rambling rays of golden sun
seep in smirking hearts of flesh
beating mingle all in one

drape a warmth from chin to thigh
simple shadows worse or right
glaring hollow flop and fling
fingers fallow slip in ink

sheeny glow of festive light
gleaming glint in eyes of sky
dangling gasp of playfulness
sway expedient leaping legs

further out and drawing in
softest clangs of merry din
mark a mirth of yellow chimes
in chirping chat of cider, wines

freshest fruit of toiling trees
sowing, growing, reaping seeds
labour harvest of the soul
caught in diamond grains of gold

while stringing verses all in part
melt in swirling blooming hearts
through rambling rays of saffron sun
we find us mingle all in one

why do mornings blush
and sheath a secret deep
perhaps in ears of night
the stars must whisper sweet

on winds of buried years
from cracks in concrete street
it grows as garden rose
foliage of memory

painting love aloof
dancing with a dream
it bleeds a shade of prayer
in garb of destiny

an unlikely embrace
a drop of milky soul
in guise of poet's heart
meeting lights her core

which burns the lips of rock
and melts its citrus skin
a fruit of coral kiss
the orange has a twin

shores are stained by beams
embrace of waning moon
seeped in sight of hers
jaunty lyrics swoon

laden with the dust
brewing names apiece
stuttering waves tie
to her velvet feet

now that sky is ash
burnt a black by sun
frozen lucid rhymes
caught in tangles run

riding winds of night
on fields of moaning dew
sleeping poppies red
breathe a jasmine hue

scented airs of which
could sway a ****** soul
for taste of honeydew
surely abandon whole

steal me from the mute
pages of dry songs
from swirling aimless plight
thirstily forlorn

for words are blood on ink
each escape from heart
and rest in cozy pauses
in prayers laid apart

meant for you to love
chaos of stormy calm
as it turns its face
away from tranquil dawn

and while you carry me
to eyes of heavens loose
i shall be home in time
to kiss the lips of moon

Listen
Listen now
He doesn't sleep here
Anymore.

Smile
Smile somehow
He walks upon that shore.

Look
Look inside
Look inside yourself.

Dream
He's dreaming
You'll find him in your dreams...
Somehow.

4/18/14