In Light of Innocence

Lightning strikes lonely hearts soaring. Green seas vanilla whipped. On the fringe of my innocence moon rises then tumbles slow. Sunrises and we capture each golden ray. Soaring on the thermals of created thought, reflecting tender fears endless... Your tears... gentle melancholy at the tide. And is brushed aside. The stops of life first pouring runs down. My reflection in the mirror, reflecting back at me smiles with approval. Petite giggles bubbling. Purple lipstick smears. Shaping future Marilyn Monroe kisses.