L’amour fluerit ici

I loved.

I loved against reason,

against wrath, against doubt, against betrayal,

against the sun, against the sky,

against the stars, against heavens,

against curse and bless.

I loved against eternity.

I loved through god, through reckoning,

through creation and rebellion.

My love..they killed my love.

Killed my love.

My love.

Your rib.

My heart in your ribs.

I was your rib.

Your heart

in my ribs.

My broken ribs.

Your broken ribs.

My soul,

my sophist soul,

my dancing soul

and bleeding feet

dance in worship;

prayers and pleas,

poems and pardons

at our grave.

At dust.

Your ashes and dust

seep through my hands,

seep through my soul

from water through my eyes,

from wounds through my skin,

from words through my lips,

from your ashes and dust;

from a grain of sand;

A cherry blossom tree..

your dreaming tree

blooming in my skin;

the amber in my bones;

the roots in my veins;

Oh my love.

My divine love.

L’amour fluerit ici;

Love blooms here.

Heaven is here.

Your soul is here;

Eternal.

Your soul eternal.

Grass is not greener on the other side;

grass is a holy tree;

an eternal tree;

a holy tree.

Oh holy,

my holy,

my holy angel,

my angel Gabriel;

stillness answers wrath,

faith answers doubt,

love answers betrayal,

and trees are eternity.

Oh holy tree;

my holy tree;

I pray to thee.

L’amour fluerit ici.