Not in the mind of simple thoughts and brave intentions, do I caress and beckon from afar, a blossom of balance and fading imagination, it's trees dreams, lovers dangerous playground
of wilderness and starlight, capturing my soul and freedom beneath my feet.

Caught in thoughts of butterflies above my head dancing lightly, steaming flashing wondering sky filled with mysteries journies upon a moonless sky, sweet-smelling fragrance God sent for me to capture within a heart no longer hurt from disappointment.

Comet h my way a knocking upon my heart a vast knowledge of music from my lover he sings to me, a voice calm with the pleasure of mind, dreamers, skylarks blurred with harps and angel whispers.

Blissful wakening one more time in lavenders sweetness
remembrance long ago in the tranquility of wisdom love floating through a memory pleasurable beyond space and time.

Come walk with me my love among the flowers of imagination.



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