Words of yours, fill the sky
The light breeze carries them to me
Peppered by the pollen
Inciting a reverie
One in which those words of yours
Were not as simple, not as clean
But one in which
The words were the same
After the passing of the moon
Inscribed in the stars
Those words told a tale
Not one as forgiving, not as easy
But one which was
A mirror image of the day
Those words first came to me
Peppered not by pollen
But unflinching certainty
One that I often saw
In a land of dreams
Where the movement of your lips
Was not evanescent
But stuck with me
Until the moon began to gleam
Those words showed
A reality, not as utopian, not as free
But one which was
Yours in entirety.