The sentiments spoken by your heart
affect the inspirations of twilight pines.
Windowed memories collapsing
nervous subtleties of tactile curiosity.
Intricate skeins of golden hair loosening
worlds within the paradise of your skin.
Allow this skipping puzzle to reveal
love’s lost name still dancing in
lofty lullabies within shattered dreams.
Inclined to need…tending this mood as
storms struggle to find their clouds.
Excuse these befuddled lines for merely
reminiscing over shining stars of green…