Colors surround her, each color tells a story.
His colors different, yet complimentary.
They softly meet and collide.
She awaits aroused.
Waiting for his hands, his smile and mustache a mystery.
Both shy but made of poetry.
Patience my princess,
I will come to you sweetheart.
The aqueous moonlight
floats from heaven
Sober hues and a tender wind
crisscross the sky
A hazel mist melts the faint dew
below the sleeping willow tree
The murmuring water lilies
awaken the egantine
While my white eyes are lulled
under a topaz canopy
In sunny solitude
The swelling seas
Erase the bank of haze
Birds begin to sing
A skylark soars in the air
Purple hills of paradise
No longer dampened souls
Tossing and turning in the night
Pearl white peaks
Hypnotize across the planet
The color of strength
Of a rainbow myriad
Green cascading canopies
No longer drinking
Nature’s tears away
With fluorescent green
Humming birds
Under the turquoise sky
The vintage rustic vines
Are revived to a new life
Rejoicing hearts
Of amethysts and emeralds
Are awakened from
The breeze of heaven
Vines whisper in awe
Her sun
Sky sweet bliss
Fountain overflows
To twilight shade
Robed fields of gold
Her young berries
Plump and iridescent
Until harvest comes
She will say goodbye
And again renew
Heather Mirassou's Poetry Soul Closet 