I want to frolic in temples of light, let the movement of foliage be my delight, carve my name into ageless bark, forage for mushrooms in the dark… The chorus of tree-frogs will whir in my ears, and all my concerns will disappear, among forest dwellers near fairy haunts, where gentle woodlands capture my thoughts…
We sat in lamp-light watched the stars come out, at the twilight hour we made our vows. We spoke of pleasantries and finer things, and in the darkness our breath had wings. We harnessed the moment of grateful times, while guinea fowls sang of life sublime…
To Natalie, The fragrance of wildflowers on the breeze, the promise of spring puts me at ease… A remembrance of love is all that I need, to recall the grace of Natalie… Down in the garden where nobody goes, I feel the presence of a divine overflow, among the colors that quietly grow, I’m held in the aura of a constant glow…