Find the Fountain

Its the smell

of baked bread for me. 

swimming in my nose 

that makes my smile 

rise to meet the bones

in my cheeks. 

My shoes 

click on the stones 

in the garden 

and the smell

of honeysuckle floods

my nose. 

The gentle spring 

breeze 

lifts my skirt 

just enough 

to make me laugh. 

When you love 

yourself,

This is the feeling. 

This is my feeling. 

And as I step 

carefully on each stone 

laid like a puzzle.

I look for a 

fountain to jump into.

But, just like 

that I am awake.

As I fight the sleepy 

dream and the 

reality 

of my couch,

I sit up.

I smile,

and whisper,

Lets go find 

that fountain.