When you touch the early night time
And the sea brushes your toes
And the scent of summer’s richness,
Wafts and kisses your nose,
When the sunlight settles slowly,
When the moonlight joins it’s dance
And the night sky fills with diamonds
And life’s journey’s revealed as chance,
When you witness the life in the garden
And you know your life is flimsy,
Like the gentle petals of a dandelion,
The universe’s touch of whimsy.
Inalienable Write 
Whimsy, my second favourite word. My first being serendipity. Beautiful , magical poem.
Fiona
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much. I’ve taken it from a writing prompt. Challenging at first, but it conjured up some great thoughts.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Whimsy, had me feeling breezy softness.
LikeLike
It’s a great word isn’t it. It’s one of those that you know exactly what it feels like.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Especially love the way you started this one. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
so glad.
LikeLiked by 1 person