RipplesAgain

she is a flower that yearns to bloom for you only

the art of becoming while reveling in the journey

floating crescent moon a canoe drifting on the dark lake of night

silence is always willing to speak on your behalf

my love for her a blossom in the winter

there is romance that transcends romance

to read and claim her pages as my own

might meander motionless in her moaning moonlight

your pink sunset dripped ever so slowly upon my earth

the fragrance of her blooming will always haunt me

cherry blossom lips dripping spring only for you escape from winter

the sunset of her lips and the sunrise of their parting

to haunt and be haunted

haunted by the ghost of your lips

you can thaw my winter

such quiet moments shrouded in these winter lullabies

she holds the sunrise and the sunset deep within the heart of her soft

your pink blossom bathes in the tongue of my moonlight

try to capture her beauty in words

sharing evening eruption

the warm pink of her sunset caressed my evening sky