Plentiful the shadows lay
Abundant so they grew
Pooling in forgotten nooks
That daytime never knew
Gathering behind the trees
Concealed from the light
Until the sky with a blazing eye
Should send them all to flight

Somewhat coy the sunrise
She blushes on the blue
Cautious fall the sparrow calls
Insipidly the dew
As from the trees a host of bees
About the blossom strives
Pouring sweet ambrosia
Into honey coated hives

Playfully the gentle breeze
A cooling kiss to share
Writhing phantom fingertips
That tangle in my hair
Pressing its intentions
On my senses and my soul
Mending what was broken
Destroying what was whole