above the lavender i float
on scents of honey, promises
of wine, i drift on hints to come
and possibility, and lean in
hard against the cold insistent
currents dragging at my wings,
pulling me always to the sea
while i strain to the mountains
and the flowers there
i fly to you some where
i fly to you
so beautiful
“she was the rain
and I didn’t even bother
to bring an umbrella
because I wanted all of her
every drop in the wind
soaking me through
her kisses were wild flowers
sweet, colorful and divine
lips a mixture of
honey and wine”
— nightlyquote // b.r.j
the perfume of wind
smells quiet, smoky in night
as the woodstove sings
| — | Italo Calvino |
Charissa's Grace Notes 
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