Come ~ call me to you
as wafting palmiers rustle
in the warm evening breeze.
I hear your echo on the waves
sweeping in and out ~ like
the paced breath of lovers.
Your jasmine scent seduces me
into a slumber of sweet dreams,
where we play amidst your
fiora of familiar fantasies.
The time will come, soon enough
when, the dream becomes a reality.
I will give segals their names and
watch the house martins nightly
until, it is only they ~ who will leave,
for once again, I will be home,
this time ~ to stay.
c) ZYDHA HART 2006
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