Attracted to that syrupy sweet
This dream’s not deferred
we meet like insects and nectar
On the lips of every word
Abundant with flourishing fruit
not a cut wildflower bouquet
This gathering and offering in pastures to play
Endlessly in serenity
Only the stars nightly lay
Amused of the splendor frolicking below in a way
Only God’s creatures giggle
And spirits don’t stay
Grounded
They surround the ones
That remind them of May