Exbury Garden

by Lioness

I am in awe of
your colourful soul;
My muse

Vibrant words would flow -
from my thoughts
Making their way
down to my soft lips

Tracing its curves

Creating vivid
and mesmerizing sounds -
that would sweetly roll off my tongue

Like succulent melon juice -
tantalizing
Awakening my taste buds

Often...

We would dance under the moon -
while it hovered over still water
catching glimpses of its own
silver reflection

At peace

The stars would burn
across the night sky
lighting the path beneath our feet -
leading us to our very own

Exbury Garden