The park is bare and still -
Alone I sit
Beneath the sheath of lacy green
Couched snugly in its warm embrace -
Glowering heat caress my cheeks
Beads of wetness
Trickle down my neck
Tickling my breasts
Like hot tears
Scorching my heaving chest.

A crimson dragonfly
Flits idly by
A fleeting reminder
Of warm tropical nights long gone
When my heart was young and gay
Now forlorn and worn
As old memories fade away
And life takes on another day.

Alone I sit
And weave my dreams anew
With silken threads
And distant thoughts of you
Piecing the tapestry of our world
Of gossamer and rose-scented hues
Reaped from our garden
And sighing lotus ponds
As we tarried and mouthed our songs
In tune with birds and beasts and sun
And nature all around.

Yellowing butterflies
Flutter in the breeze
Stirring aflame the vibrant strings
That bind our hearts and dreams in one -
The meandering river flows blissfully on
As impotently as the approaching night
Solemnly enveloping me in its plight.

On my quilt of hope
I dream on wistfully -
Oh, when will you end your long journey?