Rhymes came as eyes saw world
They came as melodies were heard

Within closed eyes, they came to light
They came to blood as heart gained might
Rhymes came as light unfolded
Her colors imbuing the blank white

They came in Suns, they came in Storms
They came to soul without rules or norms
Imprinted on frail leaves giving them forms,
Quenchers of the heat as the day warms.

As soul got, so the pen wrote
These blooming beauties by the bay.
How so ever the world they may be,
But are my Darling Buds of May~

© Willows