The Unseen Chemistry.....

The friend quietly sweeps in Stirs the the full blowing wind That seemed meaningless till now Now holds the fragrance known Twinkling my eyes to meet thee. Like a dancing dale on the branch I twisted turned and twirled all around But nowhere can I find, but the aroma Deepening with every gush of wind Embracing me like a good holy phantom. The presence of whom I can feel But the tactile bliss I miss Carring me to good old days Strolling on the first garden ever Free, fulfilled and complacent in all. Does such affair is ever true Or a conception of my psychic row Alas! I hanker to weave it more Giving body to phantom concealed As flower identified with perfume. Garden Eden us full of such surprise Open your eyes and ignore not once You know even before your eyes encounter As the perfume travel far far destination While the flower stand there to mesmerize with color.