I dreamt, and she was there. Raining
down with ease,
feathering the wind with endless time, paving
my asphalt highway
into meadows of green, millions of miles passing inside me
Three words, this Flower said, she asked if I would be
angry, she saw in me this fragrance
I would never shake.
Her thorns sting, the ivy will settle and suffocate
the lively dandelions surrounding her,
but that rose has her place in my garden
that a lily cannot replace.
Flower, don’t forget me.
I gave you life in the shadows,
your gloom left to the moon
when you felt my glow.
Flower, you’ll hide in her moonlight
wait until midnight to come alive,
but you will see that you cannot live
without the radiance
of sunshine.