My view clears the bow of

Your horizon, the shape of

Its cantaloupe orange burned

Into the cleft of time

Its pirouettes in favored light

spread Clear, opaque as moist rain,

Paired to my heart’s countenance

Of grace in metaphors for eyes

Of Feathered daybreak, enveloped

purely as my devotion to your being –

So Come to me in lilac and jasmine,

In the ascendance of who you Are

I am in infinite wonder of having left

My heart to no one but you.