Recognition

I walked so far but there is so little I know

The glimmer of a distant star in each crystal of fallen snow

Warmth of sun as it has just begun, melts in trickles as honey flows

And when day is done, 'or field of felts, moon tickles touch in blue runny glows

A dewdrop sleeps atop resting leaves

In the pop of a cocoon a life does swap and never grieves 

The lingering memory of a fading kiss we can not dismiss, melting in the morning taste of a peach bitten 

Mingling each moment of bliss, aborning without haste as a poem written