Love and sunshine touches
Delicately,
Almost sweetly,
Moving throughout the years
Ever so softly,
Leaving no trace
That it has been
And caressed
Within our supple times
When our mortal minds
Rose together,
Like flowers
In sunshine
Whose delicate boughs
Had slumped
Under the weight of sunbeams
Bringing depth to our bluest hours
While the thirsty days of summer
Tumble
Like a bell without timbre
Only to end
Within the quivers
Of autumn's song.