Shattered fragments dance under trees,
fly up high and tumble down the breeze.
An evening red sun, glows up at the end
and shows a twirling crowd that went.
A mosquito spirit dance it seems,
with so many changing themes.
As lavender scents touch my nose,
from purple fields, I then compose
a new song and fresh thoughts rise
and eyes see the past a vision wise.
I sing my song my love to you
my dear for you my song of love!
I touch your soul with love so sweet
as dew, like drops on leaves of trees!
I long for words from you my dear,
to read your soul on paper free.