Lemon grass

I smelled Ruth
scents of her leapt through the door
and swan across the coffee table
lingering where my feet puddled
swirling about my knees
creating a vortex about my legs
whirling me uneasily yet breathlessly in peace
to the kitchen in search of lemons
finding them in the air
suspended in another dimension
I reached for them with my eyes
seeing my hands caress 
in the garden that I knew
so long ago
her backyard
where the sky 
met dangling ornaments from darkened branches
yellow orbs and blue waves painted the leaves
green in the dappling spinnerets of tides fluttering on an ocean of hope
never to sour
the enchantment 
of heaven