The sun bleeds down through the bubbly lake

where the glassy fish glide by ...

And soon

the moon

With a whispered tune

will spin and laugh in the sky.



There are rainbow leaves on the prism trees;

butterflies flutter on by ...

And look!

the brook

whose babbling you took

and gently splashed in my eyes.



The breezebunnies soar on white-feathered wings

through the shading fades of blue ...

It seems

a dream

has wandered upstream

smelling of lilacs and you.



The wishing wind blows with silky-slow sighs

through falling crystalline rain ...

The doves

above

of newly-born love

no not of shadows or pain.



Everything magic swirls deep in your eyes

where my secret angels play ...

It's true!

I flew

to that Land of You ...

( ... Nowhere if you turn away.)