Frangipani!

                         

Oh me! A tree, house of a lark.

Proud of my leaf, so unique.

Glad for my garden place,

Peace, warmth and solace.

Sky pours to cleanse;

I look up in gazed sense.

White of the clouds- I want on me,

Splendor like a star- five edge free.

Pink in the baby palm- a touch that eve,

Smell from the dame’s tress, dressed in mauve.

Yellow, gives the bright Sun-fall,

I see- I want it all.

I now bloom in mellow,

With all I fancied for.

On a sensual sepal- show,

A melodious frangipani flower!

A  leaf drips on me,

Fragrance taken so breezy-

To the other side of my window pane,

Sits a little loving lassie.

Writes my birth, in a poetry-

Hints from a dreamy lane.

I proclaim; I knew my whispers,

Last night, in her tiny ears.