The poetic trip that one takes
is looking at the moon
in laughter
through the palms
of the palm tree.
And the Orion constellation
shimmering stars down
engulfs you in light.
I stop in thought
of a better place
As the trails of stars are reminders…
The poetic trip is
When you find the air
that smells like cypresses and wild withered flowers
and the golden breeze fretting secrets
that we only know.
This poem has become a bespoke present for a beautiful person.
