Secret Flowers

A garden is
Our own idea of heaven
Especially beheld in the
Minutes or the whole thing
Kneeling before you
I hear
This voice
Feeling the phenomenon
Of you
Becoming unseen
Blanking out
Like an
Invisible man
Sneaking secret flowers
From behind but their fragrance
Is an aromatic exposure

Daydreaming
Imaging your body
Positioned perfectly
In the shape of a constellation
Ringing the bell
To a passage
Connecting the stars
Like dots

I grabbed a torch
Attaining a bright burning
Running between
What wings of passion
Aspire to
Twisting past the furnace
Of your smile
Immortal eyes
And symmetry
Entirely free
Inheriting the future
Consummated

Thematic hearts paralleled
And paralyzed
When the curtains open up
Even in
Blindness blinkering
Evocative heartbeats
No longer foreigners
Warming the darkness
Shouting our likeness
Off the edge of a cliff

Too busy to die
The grass is like jazz
In the papyrus of our dance
What a beautiful reed
Playing our song
Drenched in everything
On a blanket
Our legs swinging
Off the edge of the earth

© GÄ

Tiny White Flowers

What I need
Is seldom what I want

But if I merely listen

I too find wading through the tide pool
Of thirsty lapping waves

A revelation to the
Spirit of things

That which profoundly
Animates and illuminates
The heart of the young

Once I’m buckled into the
Unbreakable bonds of love
I will not have to ask
Will I remember you

Even if we crash

It seems the
Weeds overtook what was
The new arrival of
Ten tiny white flowers

I never would have noticed them
If what I needed was to
Lie here on my stomach

It’s what I wanted

© GÄ