mist rises
as newly birthed disc of sun
kisses easterly horizon’s cheek
promising heightened heat on a
sultry summer day
flimsy chariot clouds
fly past at rapid speed
in a blue sapphire sky
hurtling on a journey
to certain dissipation
we walk waist high
through scented spikes
of fragrant purple lavender
alive with a charm of worker bees
buzzing busily at the seams
he asks me if this
is a touch of heaven
i’m not sure i replied though when i die
if it echoes what we share here
then maybe dreams become reality