Buried in a swirl of fancy musing lost in busy
breathing not the inspiration of my fellow travelers
how I love the taste of sweetness you bring
when I open my time to breath your moments
my unknown friends
with open hearts you always greet me
and my friends more known too
the honey drops you drip are bliss
spicing my day
painting the sky with laughter and joy
in hues I can only see with my ears
and voices I can only hear in your typing
and faces I can only touch in my dreams
if a wandering vine should grow so strong
how would I love to slither up that path
and meet you in the morning light
to see the sparkle reflected
in your eyes that are windows
to our shared soul
and common love
