April comes in Summer’s dress
Splendour in exotic yellow and red, shades of blue

Her whispers in perfumed air, melts the land of rocks and sand
Her pulsated dance, a possession for the wild eyes
Her glowing pink, the secret colour of a painter
Her blooming passion, for a poet to lost for words

Image of her fades with setting Sun, the wonders of what’s beyond the distant horizon
Where she goes, lingering in the darkness of the night
Time is her faith, the gift of her open heart
Memories will be on reply, her desire is her art