for the moment of promise is here.
I hope for a rainbow when the sun shines
after the rain disappears.
For your words are as sweet and juicy as the fruit,
like music playing softly, is your gaze,
melodious is the rustle that lingers, haunting
as thoughts keep me anticipating.
I shall keep to our noontime tryst
neath our tree whose trunk is mighty,
steadfast against any storm and enduring as time,
its broad canopy, encompassing, as an evergreen symphony.