Imaginary Day

Fleeting touch clings to my uplifted face,
a freshly falling new snow.
Airy white crystals, lighting on my lashes,
lighting on my lips,
brushing my cheekbones,
melting and disappearing from whence they came.

Alphonse Mucha

I breathe in the scent of you,
a spring bouquet bursting with iris purple,
tender and succulent shoots and stems, green bright.
Cool wet earthy fragrance, after an icy winter.

Fine silk, softly, slowly, billows around my heart,
fold upon fold, upon fold,
covers with a whisper of warm summer wind
An opaque fog
hiding points of brilliant light,
issuing from the precious diamond deep within.
A gem,
crafted artfully by the fingers of the master.

J.K. copyright©1998