Unraveled by uncertainty,
overlooking the scape of ambition
from the precipice of desire.

Oh horizons...  and the wind breathes deeply
and valleys depress
and horizons recede while the landscape approaches
        me, still marred by uncertainty,
and chasing horizons into endless morning

The plumes and bulbs recoil in hesitation,
hiding their beauty in wary caution from the stranger that I am.
And for their hidden quality and my own unyielding speed
I cannot stop to notice the deeper unmarked treasures
of immediate permanence

But through my hubris and their reservation
a trickling smell lingers of softness, beauty and love to be taken
for and by senses, so that they may be immersed, even temporarily
in fleeting bliss