Vanilla Gate Poem by Paul Hartal

Come sweet Red Flower and enter my life
through the vanilla gate of fate.

Hold my hand Red Flower and walk with me
in green fields of grass and tranquillity.

Let us climb together snow-capped mountains
in a fiery sunrise of passion.

Let me kiss your graceful mouth when the wind rustles
among the leaves of apricot blossoms.

Let my lips wander onto hidden places amid orange trees
and citrus fragrance praised by bird songs.

Magic rainbows adorn the night sky
diamond stars strew strawberry sparks on our embrace.