The rain falls delicately as the sun rises
The sweet smell of jasmine fills the air
He sleeps atop a mountain of maroon pillows
I lay beside him on a Persian rug and trace his lips with my finger
The thick plush leaves of the bird of paradise hang lovingly over our heads
I tousle his hair and watch the thrashing willows
His untuned guitar leans carelessly on a wooden chair
It will fall soon
The rain falls like diamonds as the lilies dance divine
Honey filled mason jar rest atop the small wooden table beside a bamboo
She sleeps in a small hammock that is affixed to peach trees
I lie beside her and take her hand. She arches her fingers and slips them between mine
Her lavender-scented hair perfumes the air as I marvel at how the orchid grew
She’ll awake soon, kneel, and recite a prayer
Her rosary hangs on the branch
it moves as it rains
The white oleanders bow and surrender to the sun’s celestial light
The hummingbirds gather and circle the rustic fountain
I lay in the grass counting clouds
The sparrow takes flight
A cool breeze tousles the leaves of the willow and peach trees that are near the mountain
I remember the untuned guitar and rosary
How his lips carved and her fingers arched
I return to the clouds
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