Impalpable Hopefulness

I try to escape into the grace Of her jewel-like eyes As we walk through the grass On a turquoise afternoon. I supplicate the gentle spring breezes To rhythmically sway her yellow dress As the fragrance of first blossoms Reinvigorates the earth, My heart is happy in a blissful moment. I wish to pluck impalpable hopefulness Like the petals of a flower, To cherish something that will last After every superficial difficulty has faded And the last sorrow has died. In a future time, I will become the essence of the music That makes her dance beneath soft moonlight, I will be the words of her favorite book That she presses to her breast In a room of incense and candlelight.