Daydream – One 

Meadow leaves from churning trees 

Larks who were once in flight are remembering the night 

Like a nest of provoked bees, fluttered hearts run rampant 

Gilded butterflies wait no more – they float quietly to their favorite store

A kiss in the moonlight lasts forever

Shadows tell secrets no one else could ever know

Whispers haunt those with an eavesdrop ear

Patience awaits with her open gait and a cup of tea for two

I wouldn’t be late if I were you

By Elizabeth Mendiola ©2015 



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