What is in your imagination?
Will others perceive
sprinkled thoughts in the dew,
The delicacy I’ve noticed!

Is it thoughts turned animation?
I want to pause the breeze,
breathe in your silent curves.
How so tempting to raspberry!

A muse who’s needing attribution?
If your eyes glanced back,
we would meet at a red sunday.
And would be pancakes and syrup!