she smiled …

“i have lost my way“, i said.

she smiled, taking my hand,

“i am still searching“.

“i have found you“, said i.

“and i, you“, she breathed.

dew

Serenading the glistening rose,

a solitary tear of dew,

falls.

Caressed by the lilting of rustling leaves,

enveloping dawn,

to gentle birdcalls.