Where from

Where has this fire come from?

It’s percolated subtle,

In the warm blood of spring rains.

Unconscious camouflaged and unnoticed.

Where does this noise come from?

Disharmonious;

Your tell-tale voice of sweet,

unlikely twit.

It came like death.

Latched on to me;

Becoming true,

Certain with tik-tak as time.

Not even now I suspect myself diseased.

Flooding of space;

My time submerged in countless but gradual signs;

Silently walking in a dainty smell of familiarity.

So was liking you,

Like night tide;

Slow but sudden.

An unexpected pool full of me,

falling in love.

Faded in love.