Potpourri

Sounds booming over the July sky Dinner at eight, I shan’t be late Soft petals folding open like arms Oh luminous sphere of halo glow Bedroom slippers warming toes Clear waters run hand in hand Romantic travels to distant lands Footed earth on the banks of paradise Sun-kissed days retreating into night Touched by the embers of sparkled heat Divinity replete in mirrored souls Looking glass eyes never grow old