Dawning Creations

You’re shamelessly serene,
singing like a siren,
seducing my senses,
and I’m settled,
rooted in your silken soil,
warming from a spring rain shower,
I spy your world come to life

You sing,
Tears are warming my face,
dripping down to my steering wheel
white knuckled hands.
Your ballad,
Your melodious rhythm,
disrupts my mindset
for a splendid second.

The flowers and trees blossom
unevenly but in synchrony with your song.
I’m where you’re sending me
peering as the flowers spiral upwards,
higher than the trees.

They’re kaleidoscopic,
more vibrant,
petals spinning,
sprouting to life

The trees are tiny
next to the flowers,
but not underestimated.
Leaves level the barren branches,
their trunks accepting new shoots

Sing, sing to me,
chronically in the shadow of the sun,
the monotony.
You’re shamelessly serene
singing like a siren,
seducing my senses,
and I’m settled,
rooted in your silken soil,
warming from a spring rain shower
I spy your world come to life

I’m in your plain.
But, your plain and my plain
are one in the same.

Leave me flickering,
one foot planted
in and out,
Expose me to
your flaunting shameless
I’m ready.

I want to be based in fantasy and the real world