I Think You Will Know

If the moistened meadow of my mind dries in desert Climbing clouds of parched passion can’t come low Let your mystique shadow overcast my morose heart My horizon will wait for the southern wind to blow Bring from smoky sky your charismatic clouds below With the surge of storm my desire in desert will flow. If you turn into an emerald tree in the fawn forest Branches soar in the bleached sky with your green For a while in the soothing shade I will like to rest With the squall your canopy will sway I haven’t seen Hear the song the leaves will sing with drops of rain Lie on patina of your flowers where I haven’t been. If the cascading river in my verdant valley gets lost The flowers wither away in the plateau turned fallow With care I will save one, the one you like the most In my wasteland the saplings of hope will again grow When cloud will bring you through the arc of rainbow The flower that entices you is me, I think you’ll know. Postred :December 31, 2020 Contest : All Yours (Apr 14) Sponsor : Brian Strand