garden of blue flowers

In between the sheets of time

we sleep – in each others arms

wakened by a featherlike touch

of your breath – on my shoulder, i turn

to find us in the garden of the blue flowers

Entwined, entangled – close and safe

your  touch – like soft rain

Kisses – like butterflies

We talk of our journeys

made and yet to be made

under a canopy of stars

In the garden of blue flowers

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