the mystery of delicate petals unfurling
into forgiveness.
the forest of evergreens and silent flowers,
oh, tender heart, my love,
the gentle spirit when days are more gray.
walk with me through the riddle of
the silent and cold universe,
the sometimes warm and starry sky,
across clouds, the moonlit landscape
of mountains and snow.
run with me
naked under the flower moon.
she smiles, oh, that flower moon,
locks her arm in my arm,
hands me tiny purple flowers,
and says, it's only love.
thanks Neville for pointing out my "word error". much appreciated.