I walked so far but there is so little I know
The glimmer of a distant star in each crystal of fallen snow
Warmth of sun as it has just begun, melts in trickles as honey flows
And when day is done, \'or field of felts, moon tickles touch in blue runny glows
A dewdrop sleeps atop resting leaves
In the pop of a cocoon a life does swap and never grieves
The lingering memory of a fading kiss we can not dismiss, melting in the morning taste of a peach bitten
Mingling each moment of bliss, aborning without haste as a poem written