Greek temples rain first stars solely on love
Roses pour pure water from the dimples within their bleeding hearts
Violet grapes link two terraces before a castle made of rubies and rhinestones
Eyleit dates hang, syncrinizing melodies under white linen sheets
Smiling for a broken camera as hiding from the ghost of all endings
Autumn swings back from view tracing out dusty chalk pathways
Zesty, bitterly sweet front pockets of the peel spure great findings
Bindings stretch plump pink apricots allureing flies from syrupy treats
Dancing needles spin into timeless whirlwinds carrying carols from last centuries Christmas
Golden ponds paint my thoughts over a blank canvas of possibilities
Japanease snow peaks flutter lace doilies among many invisible masks
Olden swans wink faint smiles
Darkness shadows the sun under many months of forgetting peace
Did the moon blink once or twice on this evening of coloring sighs?
Spinning couples break away from impossible chaos
And the clock strikes last