The
flowers
meet
as the  
words of
thought,
the
leaves
touch
in the
wind,
here,
you
share
the little
poems
of the
earth
with
me,
I hold
you
close
under
the
sun,
in each
other
arms
as a
blanket,
a place
where
we will
both feel
safe,
untorn
in the
warm
amber
glow,
healing
our
sore
souls
in our
gentle
sleep,
I will
say to
you, in
silence,
“the
answer
of your
existence
is my
home”.