Guided by mystery and frail shaking

A softness in stirring hands

A downward, glancing kiss of flowers

Going pinks and purples

Don’t let go of happiness

The grace of citrus splashes

All piled in rays of sunlight

Echoing the heat of daytime–

Melted pools of love

I dream of magic

Growing into harmonies

Fragile traces of sand

Crusting on the skin of travelers

Wandering unlost

Across the trails that lead to me