"Fragments of Sound"

[butterflydreaming]

Fragments of sound, like dew

Reclined upon cobweb twine,

Blown on a summer’s voice – true,
Pure, so briefly mine –

Speaking of common concerns,

Jeweled with garnet and peridot.

His closeness burns

The rouged cheeks of my innocence.

The eyes are glistening, bright

And sparkling – a coin, a pence

In a fountain. For my hesitations

There is time. And the eyes,

Questioning things, hold

Silver colored reflections

On a mirror pool of light –

Windowed worlds, briefly shown.

When the moment passes we part

Warm,

or cold.