Windy Dove Flowers

circles gathering
as if you were a dove
looking upon trees of white orbs of
held bouqets
in sweet praise
like an island of crystal sand
swept gently the wind
into the hand of islands
catching like breath flurries of pedals
illuminating glow of the moon
where stardust settles
and places of squares in mosaic
the bows of shoes rocking lells
of lovely voices talking bells
upon this sacred earth
wells fireworks of light confetti
so bright, like lanterns of bouqeted
lace in the night
like the star patch of freckles,
constellations upon my neck,
to reminisce foward of this beautiful sight
from here this moment
holding a memory and a mark
like a string of a kite and
to let this go to leeward height
looking into a mirror and
looking above
in envisioning this path
may you be this dove~