The song of the birds called us outside

Opening myself to the magic,
Slowly drifting to the ground
Like snow.
Landing in the garden
Where after a freeze
All the plants have died
Except for two
Who wished
To survive,
Me and you.

White rose blossoms
Fill the ground
For when I know your smile is for me
I bloom inside.
Tears that want to soar
becoming petals being shed.
Sleepy, sleepy,
So softly threads between us are formed.
I've fallen to your fingers
Gently gliding through my hair.