Orange Sparkle

Strolling down this narrow street
with little steps and dancing feet,
You and I make music
from constant rhythm
and unhurried tempo,
each tile on the ground,
a key on the piano.
A duet composing notes
in vibrant indigo.

Underneath the evening sky
is a small town
stained in orange dye.
Your laughter is fragrance
painting violet on
streaks of gentle breezes.

As green leaves rustle
and small birds chatter
their tender hymns,
the Sakuras blossom
in pastel pink;
Your smile,
the sweetest
Cherry Blossom
on this isle.

The blue as
calming as the skies
is your dress.
The red as
lovely as this town
is your cheeks.
These colours
are rich as it is
invigorating.

Even if you aren’t beside me,
or if there is no melody
on days when I walk alone,
it feels as if I can return to those times
if I turn this corner
or if I match our steps,
the colours would come back.

The memories are
fluttering,
sparkling,
rising
in the warm
yellow light.

Everyday since the day
I met you is irreplaceable
and it remains in
my heart forever.
These walks with you
were beautifully,
colourfully,
meaningful.
It is a treasured fantasy,
a sparkling memory,
A Rainbow Symphony.