Enchantment

if i forget

to breathe the soft perfume

of a citrine sun’s mellow rays

flirting by the shadow 

of an old weathered oak tree,

or cling to the breeze of butterfly wings

glissading gracefully 

on purple coneflower petals

then bury me quick in the deep blue sea...

for i will have broken a pact 

made eons ago

betwixt a muddied mind

and a divine soul.