As if sprung from fresh spring rain
two violets peep from a dirty landscape
smiling with pebbles that scatter around their roots.
Aqua eyes blinking in the daylight
and sleeping away the night
when fireflies buzz by
tinkling little laughs
that echo yours.
Soft lips forming words I cannot hear
as I stare at the blue violets
which suddenly have become so clear.
My fingers wish to glide
across supple skin
and I yearn
to learn what those blue violets look like
Yet the temptation does break reality,
so I watch across
a lake of yearning
and only cross over
under the cover of night
wrapped in dreams rampant with hope.
When those blue violets open to the golden rays of sun
all that remains
is a violet
to be pondered upon
by an innocent beauty.