A ripple in the water, rays rising off the Sun.
The smile a thousand sunlit days, the eyes a million letters in runes.
Iridescent in the mornings, transcendental notes at noon- as the rivers meet for a brief moment, as the lovers rise for the moon.
Fresh sprigs of mint, pink glittering swaths, the Sky’s a garden on such days, this Earth too seems like a lovely place.
I really want to ask sometimes but know not if you’ll want to stay.
- I make it all up anyway, don’t I ?