You arrived like a hot July afternoon,
after so many distant years, so far apart.
I had you again, a split second, just a fleeting day,
a sliver of gold offered by the argent moon.
Romancing this divine garden,
we picked peas, snapped photographs,
spoke about loved ones,
philosophies and poems,
danced together down arbor paths,
admiring bright flowers and tall stems,
all those pulsating shades, oh those floral greens!
Sharing tales about pungent issues and prickly herbs,
so much vibrant life in that microcosm, so it seems.
Distant thunder, signaling some sweet arc,
transfixing time, segmented and transcended,
orchestrating some fine balance,
statues and art admired in this blessed park.
We spoke about blue whales and hot air balloons,
caring words long into the tender night,
comforted by that expectant full moon,
brilliant heaven appeared, near at hand,
close enough to touch, in that storied land.
I watch you, quavering,
lithe and long legs, a level match with grand,
your pretty mouth and entrancing smile.
Those blissful quivering moments,
I drink you in, your contented style,
such satisfying sweetness.
I adore you, shimmering,
your presence delights me,
yet I am uncertain in my present state,
I know I'm not thinking straight,
but truth whispers, quietly in my ear,
wishing we might fall together,
deep into some love story that dreams invite,
discover magic sparks, which true love ignites.
Standing stark still, 
steeped in the music of this precious rill,
just a delicious breeze, fluttering the Kestrel's feather,
bathed by that extraordinary buttery light.
There, that beautiful mouth, in plain view,
I want to kiss you,
those trembling lips,
pull you close,
wrapped in my two arms,
let me feel your beating heart,
melting into a conscious dream,
melodies replayed from long ago,
bordered by walls of delicate blooms,
showered in that heady garden fragrance,
awash with happiness, all those water colour rooms.
Divinity's friend, a happy sparrow, flitted by chance,
graciously landing, balancing on a slender quaking branch,
singing and bringing, some captivating ancient chorus,
warbling a splendid wondrous tune.
Joy descended, thus the world seemed a perfect place.
Yellow moon amazed, with its curious face,
climbing the wandering sky,
reaching higher, pondering love's precious pace,
not quite sure, quietly wondering why,
witnessing debatable clouds scudding by,
pink and grey across a doubting sky,
remarkably smiling, still love remains quiet and shy.
Once again you are on your way,
pirouetting with your colourful flutter,
ascending that apex, your blessed goddess mountain,
pray your angels catch you, stumble with fate or fall,
tumble into their sure and gentle arms.
Thus the day is done, time has flown by,
still such a sweet goodbye,
and once again, away you fly,
like an anxious bird of paradise singing,
colourful and free and soaring,
uncaged, as you should be too.
But a lonely heart at times,
wishing my love could catch you,
embraced by strong arms and ardent rhymes.
I know there are tears,
glistening as you softly weep,
late at night you sometimes cry,
those sad eyes steeped at times,
alone in some gentle mist,
passion hugging your needy pillow,
holding on for dear life with one clenched fist.
If only I were enough,
such a lonely heart,
chiseled from the granite tough,
parched by all that desert rough,
yet such fine treasures and memories,
such delicate bliss,
one last precious kiss,
one last flirting rhyme,
just perhaps my love,
until next time.