Golden trees and pale blue skies,
Mocking wind chases me round and round;
Rosy grass and purple buds look on,
Witnessing my demise,
For they’ve seen it all before –
The reckless love of one
Who cannot help herself;
A single glance from the sparkling moon,
And I am lost forever.
Again and again
I fall head over heels, in love
With white butterflies, summer nights
And thunderous rain.
My heart pulses with a devotion that cannot die,
For it is rekindled with every sun rise.
~ Ilana Reimer