Honeysuckle Sow.

By the way of the Honeysuckle Blossom,

all the Air was Scented

along a Pathway,

So you Swam into a Dream Smell,

a Smell so Beautiful

that you were Surrounded and

Essentially  Transformed

Into Some sort of Thistledown Creature.

The Seeds of Blossom -

White as Snow

Locked into the Ground Below

turned their grey pathway - White

Softly, Softly

a Dozen or so, in front of Me,

Locked Together -

To Walk along this Pathway you

became a Perfume -

Every Ounce of you

as soft as the Blossom,

in the Honeysuckle Sow.