~~~ Flying and fluttering ~~~

So we run and hide behind the quiescent sycamore tree

And quaver it and clamber it to watch the dusk depart.

Far off in a violet and ochre sky

Shallows hasten home,

And we gaze at the sun and her light glide lazily apart.

You impishly wonder if it’s the wind or the sky,

Or your fluttering and flying love drunken heart,

Winking as you do the lean again…

And somewhere a mellow zephyr smiles,

Then laughs with a start…

The feeling is like a mixture of hues rendered

By the cosmos added by our heart,

To add to the blissful serenity of the moment.