i. Hydrangea Pt. 1
Curtains of rain hang upon hills of indigo
as moonlight shatters the cloud drift
and decorates a river below.

Lapis and sapphire, orchid and mauve,
towering in midnight
where shadows solemnly rove.

Timeless waits her countenance
gazing to the sea.
A love locked in grace,
a wind cloaked tapestry.

ii. Marigold
Teal lace adorns her auburn flame
as hands brush through a stream.
Minnows dance beneath the mossweed shawl
as dawn ends another dream.

I’ll speak a million words of warmth
in winter's frigid hold.
I’ll paint fragments of the sky
and her sun of marigold.

Twilight falls over breaking waves
as Poseidon whispers a gale.
Forsaken within the dome of stars
she’ll guide my furling sail.

I’ll weave a million threads of stone
and cast the mountains aloft.
I’ll prophesy a million years
in her cradle silken soft.

iii. Larimar
Kol dodi echoes in the labyrinth
where I’ve lingered for all of time.
The dream, the presence, the illusion;
have me so delicately entwined.

Molten firmament of flaming larimar
hovers o’er the pool in rays of summer sun.
Still my silence calls.

iv. Hydrangea Pt. 2
Sculpting the afterglow in her hazel eyes.
So long I’ve yearned to witness the world rhapsodize.

Carpet of stars hang upon peaks of icy white
as specters trod the marina
singing couplets for the placid night.