I see the photo, synthesis
Emerging from cold ashen ground
Ocular chlorophyl against
The vast blue sky
I hear the tiny buds assembling
Gathering their artillery of sun and water
Ready to paint a spectrum of infinite hue
Over monochromatic concrete
I petal to a sanctuary
Of a thousand birds in
Rhythmic flight,
In space of serenity
And feel the tight tug of my blood heart
That beats in synchronicity
Like the gentle wave of a butterfly wing,
I plant myself beside my eternal Love,
To rest in our amaranth garden
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
I see the photo, synthesis
Emerging from cold ashen ground
Ocular chlorophyl against
The vast blue sky
I hear the tiny buds assembling
Gathering their artillery of sun and water
Ready to paint a spectrum of infinite hue
Over monochromatic concrete
I petal to a sanctuary
Of a thousand birds in
Rhythmic flight,
In space of serenity
And feel the tight tug of my blood heart
That beats in synchronicity
Like the gentle wave of a butterfly wing,
I plant myself beside my eternal Love,
To rest in our amaranth garden
...mad love...