the fragrance writer

I dreamed at night,
a candle lit
A meal fit for a king
Of bread and soup,
a slice of cheese,
For some, that’s everything.

I sat and stared,
was hypnotized,
In no rush whatsoever
A fire dances
beautifully,
Does light not last forever?

But for a minute,
gone again,
The wax consumed by flame.
My time was done,
my soup grew cold
As darkness hungered the same.

A honeycomb drips in
the summer sun,
The bees, inquisitive,
collect and hum. 
Slowly Steal my Heart.

Among the meadows lies
a prickly rose,
A jasmine, whose aroma
no one knows.
Slowly Steal my Heart.

And in between, there
flows a fountain, sealed,
Ferocious tigers guard it
with eyes peeled.
Slowly Steal my Heart.

I close my eyes and
feel the summer breeze,
Over the fields, it beckons,
“Come, with ease.”
Slowly Steal my Heart.

I am most lonely when
I am most needy.
Late in the night, my
whispers echoe…”Who?”

A neighbor, feeling strong,
becomes most greedy.
With poor men out of sight,
they mutter “Why?”

Questions unanswered,
tell me if you know.
Do they have no honor?

This poor man’s confidence
is burning, though. 
Deep In my bones, a fire
cries out “Soon!”

Romance 🥀 Resilience 💪 Reflections… A perfume and a poem are everything you need.

My toil’s lit
by heaven’s light,
I’m digging through
the weeds.
But dig, instead,
my heart’s delight
and unsure where
it leads.

I turn, I toss, I
scatter stones
[desires] tear
them down,
But for what purpose,
I don’t know,
a heart was
never found.

Chasing, running,
catch the wind?
delusions
that I seek?
Sometimes I have to
hug myself,
and hope that
Spring will come
this week.