scattering blossoms rode the squalor of spaces between us just as i had ordered the skies send.
she spoke helplessly hopeful through currents of the wind, but in eloquence only we understand... written in a language only we lively lovers learn of—
"zest eludes me still to wait for you, love."
smiling. i feel the petals quake and quiver, they can't wait to deliver her my reply:
"bide no longer my flower, i am on the way."
harken, i command the breeze ascend to heaven and whisper to her ears.