A fertile soil your heart does hold
For a flower inside to blossom and glow,
Nurture it and water it with special care
For the scent of such purity heightens my soul.
Once intoxicated new awareness I gain,
From here on in life a new taste I crave,
A seed from your heart to plant in mine
And find out now what colours it will show.
Strange, a brief moment before the morning sun
Might light your life for the rest of your days,
A little taste of immortality our flowers do hold
For here we remain, even when we are no more.
On the jewelled shore of night
The evening wind comes dancing,
Asking me to fondle her cheeks.
Did you send her my love?
Aching for my caress –
It must be,
For her breath smells of the jasmine
That is the essence of your skin.
We exchange secret words, the moon and I,
And when night’s tide swells full, with a great sigh,
Together we fall, a river of light,
Writing itself in verses on dawn’s sky.
Mist of creation
– her charcoal pen weaving
A world in colour.
The moon over the rooftops,
A king with no crown.
The sun at twilight,
A rose, wild at heart, her scent
Perfuming the sky.
Eternal sojourn of your eyes,
A sailor lost in their sunrise
Glowing as a sea from your face,
Captivating with endless grace.