The stars are falling

From the sky

They are floating

In your big brown eyes

 

I can cut the moon 

In half and gift you the piece

For which I have

No need.

I mean it ~

I am not holding back

Anymore

 

Come with me

The open road is beckoning ~

It’s time to roll with our dreams;

St Julien loves you!

See how he wraps the bougainvillea 

Thru your hair!

 

He will take us

To a place where 

our hearts won’t bleed

We’ll find fields of lavender

Swaying in the salty breeze

 

He knows 

The kinda beauty that

Had Bonaparte

Falling broken 

To his knees!

 

There will be

No frost in May;

As long as the pink roses 

Continue to bloom

Lobelia will tickle

At our feet. 

C.K.23