Three o’clock morning
a solitary hour of pillow turning
                 I gaze at a dark open tunnel
                                             lacy funnel

Are your pursuits still with me ?

                eyes odes to life’s quests
                       now starseeds luminous
                           where there was a nose
                                  a pyramid of pink rose
                           perfume perceptible sweat

            tears trickle silver snail trails
                                 toward a waiting grail
                                    salt grains down the drain


Your voice
                   a whispering white butterfly
                                        fluttering gold
                                    on bare shoulder cold

                 Rivers circle bronzed
                                body and fingers in
                                      torrents of knowingness                          

in waiting garden a Tree of Life bears globular fruit as daily offerings from hot dark roots

                          a quiet hour
                          dissolves into luminous light
                             of spaceless  heights

bells ****** gently as I remember
                    our togetherness, watching
                                   cows in spring September
                             a celebration of Awakening

    now arms are shadowy
                   veins across a waking sky
                         justice, equality, freedom, Love as lessons dug in loamy Earth, passed ~

     my resilient heart opens wide
                             merges with your silent smile
                                             designing a
                                                            Peace Lily


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2020