From the garden of my heart,
I seed in breath colorful visions.
They medamophis into
a pens dance.

In my garden of words,
blossom into sentences.
Into phases,
shadowed by moon like punctuation.

In my garden of life,
I expand in moments grand.
A field of poetic song takes hold
to invite a visiting eye.

A visitor,
who may buy
my bouquet of prose,
with payment of a smile.