It was May
It was in spring
Honey fruit
Melody
Charcoal for notes
Baskets to fill
Two troubadours
An elderly tree
On that day
You wore your dress
Like a maze
Like you’d seen
Everything
Perhaps you did
In the light
A hat on
Watercolor
dandelions
As big as oceans
New in pattern
If ever
The weather
Came knocking
For Saturn
You’d look up
Rest your eyes
On what happens
To this bee
And to a flower
You’d run in
Place your feet
To carry you
Toward me
And i would
Toward you
We’d wake up
In the nude
A window to
Boats in bloom
We’re read a book
Sit for black tea
You dreamed of wings that night
Feathers with which to write
Your eyes shone bright as you laughed
Your dream was worth it, your heart tasked
And I dreamed of mine
A house on fire
So, you held my hand
And asked.
