Yellow Mellow, my Spar-letta

Before you close your eyes tonight, I want you to know that…

Like slippery fish slipping through my hands

You almost rewrote the lines of our destinies in my palms

It may be too convenient to sound the blame knell in your name,

 in fairness it is my silence that is always lame

cautious in finding the footpaths of your smile in your shadow

it, my silence, let you slip past tentacles within my grasp

the rasp also, that intertwines the crisp harp sound

that strings our future path in soft pink hues beautifully blue and white

and sprinkles red rose petals just like in the movies with grace

concretely makes all explanations seem to matter no more

because it never gave up, nor surrendered with a faint blueish powerless flame

so under our grapevine, secret and sure- my love

I open all my kingdom freedom’s juice and all

To your endless spring rain my empress

with gratitude the looming sun rises

over the landscapes of our love extensions.

Amen.