born under the stars
embracers of first morning
to ghosts by third night
embracers of first morning
to ghosts by third night
cultivating
dreams of rainbow petals
yesteryear’s keepsake to bear
of cloudless blues
the fruits to inspire
of their own dreams
and bless tomorrow’s trees
with laughter
open
asleep
yet drifting awake
inside that other world
thinner than th’ inlying soul
of time
tracking the footsteps
of a Meaning
after surfacing
will pen and paper
at the ready
Remember?
till the canopy of my soul
embraces her wholly
sweltering our love
to a frosty florid pearl
so be born Spring