The only thing I have
To live for is flowers
I said like a lone bird
Flying over an ocean of petals
Calling out upon the
Waves of color above
The grounds of my earth
Softly tilled sweetly toiled
For my lover
Dost thou know me by my tone
Couldst thou differentiate
My variant of discern
She rang me up and I
Collected my things
Knowing not of how I sound
I’m either pleasant or distraught
For to be what I’ve become
One that is intimate with flowers is
Meanwhile waiting for the one
Meanwhile waiting for the one
© GÄ
Poétique 