From the rays that shine
upon my back
and the babbling brooks
and twittering blue jays

The Morning Glories rustle pleasantly
at the touch of affection
and their lips part slowly
to the taste of hope

How the light breeze
flows through every strand of her fire hair
and electricity pulses beneath our feet

Memories of the springtime
waft around
in a smoky haze
as I exhale back to reality