Charley Horse and Memories-with Grace

Lemongrass swaying in a summer breeze
of chamomile in a twilight wind song  
scented in a tear of raindrop's essence
listening to honey bees peer over the grass
gathering the nectar of my mind's musing  
of an old man in a cashmere sweater  
resting from a charley horse
counting lemongrass, maybe vanilla
 
in the embrace of a tropical breeze
the lemongrass field like a green carpet
gently caressed by gentle zephyr
fragrance of tea wafting to the senses
like a lover’s embrace, she felt peace
engulfed her in its tranquil blanket
memories of then lullabied her
as she sipped her lemongrass tea