Pink Cherry leaves calling the powder blue sky
Stepping out my protected empire...
I've splattered scraps of metaphors
and strings of heartache...
How many more
nights...
She said, “randomness is non-existent...
I replied while quizzically looking at her, “I...
I saw the promise of
Spring dancing in your irises...
Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...
We are made of stardust
Floating in the wonder...
She is hibiscus tea
quenching my soul...
I'm back there now,
To that place once before when...
I am a dream catcher,
a lovely wild flower...