Memories Of A Wild Flower

The stark sunlight

The mighty breeze

Sun rays sometimes follow the breeze

Framing the day for a likely meet

Standing tall on a meadow alive

Amidst the vastness rustles uptime

Catch the hue in the sunshine

Catch the sparkle in its own time

Days of splendour and yearning thoughts

Meets the eye your familiar smile

Rushes the heart on a well-known climb

Flutter the desires for a new time

Met your glance took the brave stance

Kissed your lips at the first chance

Lines are crossed hands listen all along

Touch says it all Secret of the mind 

Unspoken thoughts 

Cross the lines...maybe one meets more says the mind