The windmill whirls
In celebration to your beauty.
A patchwork dream,
Stitched upon a memory seam.

A sky of scales
Floats above the rape seed,
Waiting for my tread.
'Watch for my return,' I said.

The flowers reach
To kiss the bees that stumble by.
Unconscious occupation,
Spreading random germination.

The summer wafts
The smell of home between the trees.
The corn fields bow
As love-birds stand to take their vow.

A honeycomb
Stands the test of time.
Built with bricks of love,
Encasing what I'm dreaming of.

I float around my thoughts
The realise where I am -

Looking into a droplet,

On a seat,

Reflecting a fan.