Every night I go to the window to look at
The little bud that grows each day.
Today it's white like silk.
Jasmine is expecting to bloom.
I can not wait for daylight.  
In the morning, I look to see if it's awake.
The bloom gives a small tremble of joy.
It knows I dreamt, wrapped in silk sheets.
The white Goddess flower opens wide.
I am softly hugged by its fragrance.