Wordsmith Lover

Today the Lilac wind carried melancholy petals of childhood memories on its back. Bare feet, long braids, and floral sundresses tiptoe with innocence on the warmth of Monarch butterfly wings. I saw your reassuring face reflected in a pond of Songbirds bathing in the park and it filled my heart with the sun.

In my dreams, I wake up next to you and your oak chest aged in its perfect resilience. My neurotic hand reaches for you and the calming affect of your wholesome companionship envelops me.

I cannot wait to see you again.