Breathing Love

Somewhere between lemon tree fields and pre-dawn pillows,
Kaleidoscopic scented patterns jumble sweet gum and sage.
Something soulful, on winds of contentment, rises and billows,
Becoming wild birds perched in triumph atop a giant, empty cage.

Something familiar as afternoon sun on the shimmering pavement's oven…
Senses caressed by fresh warmth from a baker's crisp bread crust.
Something unnamable as God and womb eternal, interwoven…
Salted like popcorn or the sea; a cherub-shaken evening stardust.