I lay quietly beside your soft soul.
The lioness of the daffodils -
overgrown rests on our peaceful hearts.
In lush gardens of Abigail and Primrose laughter
that consume my vision, the pearlescent moon
beams lighting this dark quietude.

My five fingers meets your hands,
we begin to glow like fireflies in the night sky.
Restless and consumed by a cosmic energy of
a million moons, and a multitude of revolving planets.
My gossamer soul whispers to your lucid soul.
Bathing under the moonlight, you whisper words that
sooth my tormented heart. Words that light a flickering
honeycomb candle, a multitude of miniature lanterns
in a sacred temple. Words that cast shadows of
promises in the vault of my heart...