I wrote the rain
You weathered the storm
Early that morn
Your lawn still wet
So I ran through your grass
And picked at your daisy’s
While you slept
Broke your slumber
As I entered your Garden of Eden
Pulled from your tree of life
Fruit that was ripe for the eaten
Your harmonious moans
Echo through the garden
The morning sun has risen
Feel the warmth from its rays
As it creeps the length of your body
That eastern wind that breeze past your ear
Carries the whispers of
My fantasies
Talk to me
And reveal the real you
I want to know you
On multiple levels
So we talk of moments
Under the shade
Of a beautiful oak tree
I love the fact
With you
I can be me
Tyrrie,
tyrrie@gmail.com
