Bombastic Love

One dream is done

I am called dear poet

by a small sum

However its my dream and its true and I know it

Happiness comes in snowflakes snowing

The white dreamy winter is blowing

Though I live in california

the snow is in the sierras

Yet I live in galaxies in between realities

one day love wont be a mere rarity

Until then I will just direct my energy in to something new

A  love on the flowers like morning dew

The complexities and wonders of love can be familiar yet new

Romantic and other ways of fantastic

His love is bombastic

healing every one and every bite

after the rain the sun comes out leaving us still a world of sunshine

Healed by the divine one

A bombastic love