Turning Into a Leaf

On a gleaming evening in mid-July You run in the flushing meadow As the south winds blow threads of silk Swirling in your disheveled hair softly Stray strands on your face Design glowing lattice of grace Capturing the colors of the chromatic sky Flushed face caresses the floating leaves as they fly That’s when love weaves mystique motif. You glisten in the golden gleam of twilight Your smile a slender sliver Of cloud’s lines of silver Flushing the sky before the fall of drizzling night When in the storm surge of yearning From the longing dust you emerge Billion drops of rain drip down your crimson cheek The embrace of your flooded face the fallen leaves seek That’s when love weaves mystique motif. You waft with the storm to my halcyon horizon My window open to the visage of your trail See you dance in the rhapsody of rain Your face shines in the azuure lightning before it’s gone Riding the waves of beguiled gale Across my fervent sea you sail Come under the blooming magnolia tree on the shore Drenched in rains of melted heart it swings in ecstasy Leaves fall grazing your lips, sweet warmth they carry That’s when love weaves mystique motif And I turn into a leaf. Written : May 17, 2018. May 29, 2020 Contest : Brian's Choice Z Sponsor : Brian Strand