Daisy chain

 

I hear you

when the songbird speaks,

just before it 

lets out its lonely tweet.

The seedling thought

spreading from

its fledgling beak.

I hear you

in the breath it breathes.

Deeply inhaling

then releasing love

into the air

that leaves.

 

You are the stray

rainbows that appear

near the water’s edge,

like a smile greeting the day.

You are the first drops

of snow on a winter’s tale.

The beautiful falling leaf

that follows

in the gentle wind sway.

The colours that stay etched to the eye.

Like a carved name upon the bark of time,

and I want our two names entwined

like roots beneath this forest of mine.

 

You laid a daisy chain of expression.

A tantalising taste of heaven,

lightly binding soft gentle ribbons

to my grains of introspection.

I started to feel the ground swelling.

A flourishing ocean of words flowering forth.

a chorus of birds. A pull deep to the core.

You spoke from the earth.

From the very depths underfoot.

You spoke from the skies a message of love.

You spoke in the tastes of a summer fruit cup

You spoke to me

and I drank it all down in a gulp.

 

I feel you in the warmth.

A golden cuddle from the sun.

Sun-kissed memories being formed.

I feel you in the dance of the early dawn

and the twilight embrace

when night-time forms.

I feel you

pushing me on,

like a hand on my shoulder

guiding towards to right horizon.

 

 

 

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Kyle