taking things at a pace
allowing a flower to unfold

waiting for full bloom
to happen
in its own time

to not pre-empt
not to fizzle out

the wonders of a Universe
in the palm of your hand.

your soul is a
citadel of the forgotten
a treasury of needs
and wants
a secret of which you have no reck
anymore

shall I find it
for you?
shall I open it
using the key in my heart?

or the lost one in yours?


c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater