On Daydreams

Petals That Kiss

0126.2025

A scent has settled

lightly in my hair -

Its echo hiding

Secret in my skin:

Damask Rose, or Sar?

The Orange Blossoming -

(Jasmin, Narcissus)

or maybe it’s the

Amber Lotus  whose

scent kisses the air ~

And under swaying palms,

the wind talks softly ~

its touch is tracing

thoughts of heat through veins -

The eastern sun sighs,

fragrant in the smoke,

and I’m left guessing

if somewhere I’m there.

My eyes close just as

a nightingale sings,

and with love I drift

through a waking dream.

m.c.f.