I was awoken in the night by the heavenly air, cool and fresh, wafting through my open window. All my senses were filled with the precious scent of ambrosial jasmine and orange blossoms. The sweet fragrance was moving through the serene, gentle beauty of the silence. The darkness touching me, immersing me in its nectarous exotic pleasure. A bright silvery half moon bathed the garden in its luminous glow. I was beguiled, intoxicated by the lingering sweet breath of these fragrant blossoms delighting the holy darkness. I laid there feeling the benediction of the perfume floating on the midnight sky’s shadowy softness, the tender beauty was lulling me softly back to sleep, to dream, to dream of you.
Thank you, Sandy,-‘…gentle beauty of the silence.’ & ‘…to dream, to dream of you.’
* * *
(Haiku №7)
Silence is the death of time
Bluebell petals’ flight
perfumed wingspan butterfly—
undivided sky.
* * *
Fragments—
Bee drinks nectar flowers’ its honeyed self.
By sun and breeze— flowers’ silhouette— skylarks flight song-eternal.
The beachcomber looking for treasure along the shore his flip flop tracks dissolved by waves rolling in from the ocean wish him good health until he finds the one real wealth.
💕