Flower Petals Overseas

Butterflies by the hundred being lifted by the wind. They smell like RED roses. I hear a lute playing from the hands of Jorge. Maybe he slays me in my sleep. My malady is an EAGLE EYED view of academics and academic community. The sky is speckled with blue and the clock on my wrist stops exactly at noon. It drops to the floor and ALICE comes into view. Electrons hide from me and then reappear when my birthday is near. Can this little vampire find the seed to grow vines on the outer wall of Hampton Court? I sit in the maze pondering so much. My pencil scratches my small notebook and I become inspired even though they say that I did lose. I emerge from the puzzle in material human size form with a victory under my dainty yellow sundress. Dunlop is in vicinity. I wear a white ribbon, in a bow, for him and him only. Catch me, master, and let us fly overseas. France welcomes me with the striking of midnight on Big Ben. King me Christopher. Love will be our dream as the black op assignments become public knowledge at this PARIS university.