Shades of Cypress trees
in his eyes
        beguiling sounds in his voice.

The scent of peaches on his breath
an outburst of ecstasy in his blood
        sighs of dashing breeze on his lips.

He calls my name
under an ephemeral rain
        wild roses grow on my skin.

His deep lulling eyes
gently watch the fireflies
        and half asleep remain I.

A cluster of orange blossoms
hang from the fingers of sunlight
        heavy dusk bends under the dawn.

Summer faints into Autumn’s arms
colors fade and cold rains fall
        he leaves, and so fall I.