Willow trees up highbend amid ancient knowledgeshared softly by antique winds.Through attained wisdomthey mature, strong and certain,enchanting the bygone winds

Can you see me― floating amongthose star fuelled dreams― strippedback to atoms across the nightsky in iridescent tones― of nimble highs―

Under the roseI whispered her honourand watched her moveparapets in umbra –

Enchanted caprice,you are my chrysalis,protective over mein each of our long days.