Chiffon

That you might dream of me Tightrope tiptoeing through fields of green Just a hint of a smile Like the way sunlight is caught on the receding tide Sparkling, then disappearing into the waves That you should think of me Soft, as pale yellow summer chiffon Lifted by gentle breeze With lips that speak in meringue sentences Peaks of lilting laughter That you should reach for me With whispered tempting touches Embracing the drift of childlike wonder That runs like waterfall from my eyes That you should wish for me Palms full of shooting stars, Felled, and fancied, strung into a silver locket Worn upon my beating chest Never to tarnish That you should care for me In quiet hours of stolen slumber Watchful that my cares are comforted, cradled As if, assigned, my shepherd... Sleep comes with fairy dust delight That you should love me Heart melting, an ice sculpture in the sun Evermore and exact A promise of pure poetic purpose Of staying 'til sunrise greets sunset Satisfied in the sweet chiffon