White Lotus Cleansing

In the relaxing transit of their forms
down fall my eyes
And off I drift to the valleys
of magic parades of dreams.
There i see you froth
as the nectar that waters lotus ponds.
And I bloom as their lilly blossoms
in the cleansing embrace of your splash.

You tease as me as soft snowflakes
in your playful little games
melting upon my leafy cheeks,
touching me ,but not quite.
I open my eyes in its cool shivers
intoxicated in the hungover sweetness
of memeories' butterfly kiss
Through the interlaced lashes of my eyes
I still see the pinstriped clouds of sky
changing patterns in black and white
with the rythm of honey dew drips
pitter pattering on my window sills

But now they seem to write for me
in our very own secret scripts
beautiful notes of your love letters
Ive locked in my treasure of charms