You have
without knowing
reached inside
and
touched my soul
awakening it
with urgent
pulsing
like an electrical
surge
I yearn to
connect
with you
completing
the circuit
My soul seeks
yours
for a rendezvous
to mingle
in an ethereal
embrace
to share
a repast
in the soft candlelight
of awareness
and
the sweet scent
of the roses
of incorporeal
passion
filling plates
with
the words
and
cadence
wine glasses
with
the music
of poetry
You speak
the language
of my soul
whose words are
garden
flowers
unfolding
pathways
sojourn
reflection
struggles
life
whose syntax
is poetry
and
song
You
more than most
have taught me
to heed
and
understand
the language
to recognize
the melody
and
to dance
its rhythm
This was written some years ago upon discovering a wonderful poet, one of my favorites, Stanley Kunitz, who was also an avid gardener. I think he was in his 90's at the time. I heard him reading a poem on NPR and I was "smitten". I bought several of his books of poetry. The one I love best has a lot of pictures of him in his late years still working in his garden. He died in 2006, just two months short of his 101st birthday. He's a beautiful soul. You can see it in his face, in his garden and in his poetry!