You came to me like the wind,
Carried across a great field filled,
With the scent of pastries whimed,
To fated tomorrows we had willed.
Our buttered thoughts spread out,
Upon the syrupy past and seasons,
Keeping coordinated measures about,
Exacted temperature within reason.
Let the unleavened dough arise,
In such perfect timing established hence,
Waiting in the galaxies of your eyes,
Makes years like days in my experience.
YOU ARE READING
For You
PoetryFor you, my words they are to keep, For you, my dreams to fill your sleep, For you, my life in your hands, For you, my love I still stand. (Cover is self made)
