Mix me bright trinkets of misty-blue love.
then transform them,
to beautiful gems drifting on rainbowing
clouds
I will wait here searching for this strange
transformation
knowing the ether around life's mysterious
window paned
alteration will shine more hauntingly
in packaged
words wrapped in the treasure-trove of
your casket of care
if containing gems that cannot be bought.
Colour me baubles my love, make them
glistening gems.
Rubies for kisses, emeralds for lustrous
evergreen promise
of deepest affection, blend a golden caress
into amber which gleams with passion
of diamond-studded aquamarine,
then dream me wishes of creamiest pearls.
Colour me shimmering sapphire blue sighs
and will you paint me pale moonstones
to swing in the gateway of my heart ?
Starting soon,
will you colour me jewels of love ?
as always a lovely poem that touches the heart of a reader. thanks