Like lavender children we walk

and smile toward the smell

of happiness like sugar and love

caught on the arm of a breeze and we

fill our hands with wonder like water

we hold our hearts like balloons on strings

and fly with them across the periwinkle shade

of dreams.

The boughs of trees bend, courtly, to us and we

are kings and queens and children and in love

 with all the world has to offer us.