violet

your eyes speak your heart

my soul is vessel for

in a scent of violet melody

a smile of luscious gardens

welting cherries in bloom

rooting in a diamond sky

moon's diadem

letting its silver beam

flow into source of sea,

of life, into my rose

unfurling in your light,

wilting without.

(for D.)

Poetic Nature

Today's discoveries from (near) the Rhine - click to enlarge.

Note

Some fervent dreams, it seems, are not meant to be fulfilled. Apart from this, the silence hurts the most. This mist reveals no reason, no explication; it is filled with invisible and inaudible waves drifting towards unknown shores.