Feelings stray in far off ways
Bursting through streams of rain
Talking about our fantasies of choruses and refrains
Sleep versus the sunrise in our eyes
Stop our tongues
Chins picked up by the hands of the wind
Winding down with turned up lips and our gazes of bliss
Contented.
The pink of the tree blossoms saturated the night sky bright
Peach and ripe like our lives
Prime time
Silhouettes
The leaves dancing piroughettes
And welcome once more divinitys sweet wavering hellos made by the winds adoring cries