May
The sun shown bright today. Smells, potent of Spring, fills the air surrounding my weak soul as I lay upon the soft green grass. People with their friends & their dogs walk peacefully by me as I long to project deep into their souls & extract their every experience & feeling.
"Who have you loved?" I think. "Who steals your mind + who longs to occupy your thoughts in return?"
Like the sweet blossoms burst to their finest, I am reminded of love. I inhale the lovers' perfume - it seeps beneath skin- ever reminding me of what once was, and what remains unfertilized.
Spring is in the air and so is love.
I often wonder when i will radiate a scent so enthralling. Maybe in contemplation is where love is most attractive. For isn't unfulfilled love only romantic?
Many flowers bear different fragrances + hues; Sweet flowers, like the figures who pass me by.
Spring to summer, then falling into winter; Left ...