sunflower sonatas

I stand invisible ~ thoughts t a n g l e d in tranquil teal amidst the wind that sighs through r u s t l i n g ruffles of honey blossoms… and I, the inkless ghost of morning butterflies dawning upon acrylic edges of rainbow-kissed petals ~ where wild roses glow where love thrives where dreams steep d r e n c h e d in cinnamon amber amidst the m o v i n g mist of melted memories merged on the cusp of crooning colors ache to seize the organza lace unfurling and swirling above the ticking seasons & silent skies, whilst clouds resemble t i m e ~ the magnetic mirror to suppressed sorrow sketched with glass-winged strokes ~ wishing the sightless could touch what the skin cannot trace ~ fragility of soul set afloat in sunflower sonatas forever framed through an aesthetic lens an artist’s dream b l o o m i n g in a garden of pining poppies and trembling tulips, dancing to the healing heartbeat of hope, facing the quivering light embracing the pulse of life letting go of darkness rooted in the psyche of ancestral truths ~ that eclipsed the softness of stars oblivious to the palette of perspectives unraveling quenched stems erasing peculiar poems as letters breathe flames of summer pressed within enveloped orchids engrossed in distant love ~ for this longing p a i n t s a musky meadow where petals and sepals still remember & reminisce the memory of us ...