echoes of the mystic idyll

long, long ago:

in the mystic idyll

happiness wafted round

as spontaneously and,

seemingly as perennial,

as the ragged daisy petals

that fell or were plucked
and floated from their

circle of sun center

upon brand new breathy

moments bursting like kisses blown

on the serendipitous adventures

of bohemian youth …

wrapped each day,

snug in romantic twilight shadows

and tender words:  blissfully

replete with someone

to hold onto and care about

long, long ago:

and yet still, so many years later,

the mystic idyll returns to me

– in recollection –

in images the color of tea …

fragrant with jasmine, and wisps

of greenery and sandalwood,

when he whispers:   Good Night.

“If someone wishes you Good Night every day,

you are happier than so many people.”  - Author Unknown

notes:  idyll - an extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque episode or scene, typically an idealized or unsustainable one or a short description in verse or prose of such a time.

 posted for Poets United.

photos:  Shasta Daisies and Flower Bed in Queen’s Park, New Westminster – W, Bourke

© 2015 Wendy Bourke