The fragrance of Jasmine
is sweet in the air.
And we shall be friends
this magic night and I.
This perfumed dampness
of a lovers hair.
We shall mingle as one
this night and my soul.
If the nectar of heaven
filled my cup
and I drank
its heady brew quickly
becoming intoxicated
by its flow.
I would still remain
transfixed.
Standing in purest clarity
by my doorway.
Drowning in
the falling blossoms
of this moonglow.
The wildflowers tangled
in its mystic light.
Drenched in the sweetness
of the evening hours