lilac
her dress
flows along her hips;
sleek,
unconfined,
free.
only one solid shade of
mauve,
but under the lights,
the vibrant hues,
blink back at you.
and under the lights,
oh god,
under the lights,
she is more beautiful
than an entire blooming garden.
her grave causes
sunshine to
sprout,
flourish,
thrive,
from my chest.
lilac,
my ethereal love.
Waling-waling
Oh dear, you're a goddess in my sight—
Dancing gracefully like a butterfly in flight.
What have you done to me? I'm mesmerized
By your beauty that soared to the skies.
My noble queen your ambitions are high,
To reach the sun, even gravity can't defy.
Carrying an exotic beauty you persevered—
Death of your almost dying breed.
Scented Joy
She grows in hidden places,
And lures me with her scent,
I search but cannot find her,
But never feel lament,
Her name is Purple Lady,
An Orchid oh so rare,
And though I cannot hear her,
Her words drift everywhere,
Her form is omnipresent,
Yet hidden from my view,
This flora is incessant,
As beautiful as you.
Dandelion
The park bench is his home
Cornsilk hair a fluffy puff
In his hands, always some tome
He acts as he is; delicate, the least tough
A scholar, he is at heart
A heart of gold, has he
But none will take the part
Of sitting with the man so wee
And so he remains, lone in his respite
He will stay there indefinitely, till his hair falls, grown white