You say I am far away,

that would be in error,
close, so close, that our words
kiss and create...

my feet firmly planted
on a pathway, a bahn,
that leads to a mystery...

despite all that I possess,
what we need most in our garden,
is but a simple
daisy.

there.
a mystery,
unravelled,
a kiss ethereal
shared,
but the taste of you
on my lips, sincerely.