Snowflakes, lightning, ferns and what not has been seen, unvalued by this heart
Yet that one time it kept its very beating increased to one level to keep it constant, in a loop.
A fractal, valued for once
For eyes as if the very birth of beauty.

Velvet sheets, crumpled.
With strawberry scents from her lips, beneath
Even though she was not there.

Wandering through little sunshine in hues of honey
I waited for her under falling maple leaves,
'round the dead poets' verses that
were blown away by the wind
I waited to write her my own...