fragrant
each becoming to the earth –
where once was died
pain of falling forward
into bliss
still the tender bower
of an ever-lasting love
wishes mine eternal
to exist

as breath aware
of something more
rushing through the trees
sweet perfume
of wildest muscadine
wisdom of the weakest
stories passing on –
wills the heart remember
every time

the soul was full
as light so bright
betrayed our sense of loss
held beyond the moment
of goodbye
wrapped in sheets
of wilderness –
tempted by the stars
dare I dream
and never question why

the flowers bloom
unnoticed –
the mockingbird to lust
as wonder wakes
unwilling to forget
tells the story just begun
life beyond this dream –
love is light becoming
bliss awaiting yet

. . .