whispers are lightly ushered thru windows ajar,
as a breeze softly speaking to fluttering petals.
listen closely, they lightly laugh
of a love gone astray, a dream laid to rest!
and who am I scoff a fallen dream?
to realize the mind creates, and the mind takes away?
life, a cesspool of doubt and insecurity,
of fear, bruised hope, and love, and love is illusion.
but I watch her innocence rise and fall
with the breath that moves her lovely bosom.
the same breath of innocence that laid a kingdom to rest,
which has tumbled the strong- who never was, who doesn't care to be. . .

a flower for a smile and a kiss for a heart to care.

april, a kind month- to flowers and friends...

listen, intently, the flowers are weeping,
the birds sing of repose.
but the flowers shall not be foolish as I:
the tears merely drops of a fresh morning dew;
the bird-song one of joy thus heard by few