bewildered and bewitched,
we unravel the night,
stitching it back together
with threads of light
from the wings of aphrodite as she rises,
a shining beacon of beauty
moving in the company of flowers,
scarlet camellias
and purple orchids
and burgundy bougainvillea
we bask in the warmth of her sunlit touch,
turning our bittersweet reveries
into daydreams of verdant fields
full of brilliant blooms
-ashley jane