Blow

With the turning of the moon  
fevered hues engulf my soul  
as my heart gleams with memories  
of solemn words fallen from angelic lips  

Ornate orange and dynamic yellows  
have sprung to life  
sparkling flecks of freshness  
dancing naked inside autumn eyes  
 
Oh my heart  
my heart, rest my heart  
 
Breathless the breeze blows  
a subtle scent of whole  
sweet as the pink flowering Amaryllis  
 
Blow sweet breeze blow off into the night  
on your wings I plant a kiss  
filled with the fruits of my loins  
to be drunk like the finest of wines  
 
Blow sweet breeze blow  
amid the ambrosia flow  
swirl gently thru the night  
to a heart where love will await
and yearnings never die