Fairy princesses muse on Mondays filled with boredom
Forgetting their pre-disposition of the previous weekend
And you gallant smile and kiss away their feigned amnesia.

Seas swirl within as breathlessness refuses to smother smoldering flames.
The nectar of your lips once again entraps them in rapture produced by your love thirst
Unquenchable exchanges proclaim in their momentum
That we are one…….most times

Singing softly we caress our oneness with the universe
And marveling at the symphony of life The part played by our instrument whistles.
Forests of self help echo to the uninfluenced
Why do you stumble when you can see.
Granting magic wishes is an illusion that children see and the child within us all shrieks with glee as we watch, the transformations become real through love.