The beauty and whimsy of nature’s irony
we lay on our backs on this sunflower dotted hill
the pond next to us smells of fresh spring and
the sounds invoke the very fabric of the air.
The clouds morph into reality and myth
neither being truly clear to the viewer.
The imagination traces with a paintbrush
full of every color of the rainbow.
See the airplane nosediving
on a collision with our minds,
I blink, the scene changes to a
dragon flying parallel to a flower
the flames burning the pedals
They fall she loves me, she dosen’t
A waterfall appears washing the ground
it brings life from the top and sturs
with the foaming love between us.
We turn to see each other
our faces tell a life of travel.
We lean in for the finale
my arms curl around you
our kiss captured by the frame of
a cloud of hearts, mine is filled
joy beyond all things nothing is
more apparent than this.
Your eyes reflect the sun
but your glare is brighter than a thousand
a shooting star, wish for more time with you
there is never enough but the clouds fade
leaving the moon to bask in your presence
the stars are our umbrella of light
We listen to the crickets now
upon this hill, never ceasing
their sound brings goosebumps
the aroma of roses off your lips
brings me into you once more.