Utterly

“Love, is a prompt, that utterly inspires the sleepless stars above grieving grass, so let the wind and waves be the music to the heart that longs in euphonious silence.” ~ By the Poet The quartz moon has seen your silent scribbles, and how I'm utterly drenched in teal~ seas of stardust, where silhouette of sky floats across turquoise torrents of temptations, while like the sun I rise to embrace magnolia memoirs. For hope still flies on paper- wings of a gold horse carousel, as~ your voice remains my muse that ignites flickering flames growing within my love-struck art, yet I question sleepless stars in your eyes, what is life without skies sprinkling sage~ upon restless reflections strolling through carmine tunnels of my hibiscus heart, hypnotized and lost within the mellifluous rhythm that echoes from rose-wood flutes of forever played with sapphire tuned serenades from pearl bliss. So let me sing verses woven with deep indigo ink to lure those amethyst-stringed butterflies fluttering dreams, above your midnight meadows sketched in hues of honey-glazed emeralds~ mirroring sealed lips with enthralling wreaths.