Lie on the lawn

With you, I want to lie on the lawn,

Seeing the sun, dining at dawn.

With you, I want to play my lute,

Let the strings flow with your flute.

Not until the sky turns darkling

Could I find your eyes

As the star, limpid and wise.

Not until the star starts sparkling

Could I lean on your locks

In the scented lawn and rocks.

Dreams will still remain tricks

As another dawn breaks.

The faint scent will still fade

As soon as you forsake.

Finally, I woke in the morn,

Forlornly, I lay on the lawn.

20180520, by gkevinx

Notes: Maybe I have to say goodbye to my first fancy. The faint fragrance still fades.