She is herself tonight ,

a full blown flower heart

who sits 

at a table for one

 blowing kisses 

to winds and 

trees 

and salty seas

and you and me 

as we dine under an alfresco sky.

She sips white sunlight,

tosses her pearls at midnight 

and reflects pale forget me-not 

colored heavens 

to all who glance her way.

This full blown 

flower heart 

is in her 

essence tonight…

Oh see how even 

the tides love 

our sweet flower faced 

moon…