from google images
june, 1981
Does one ask a flower to grow?
I just let it be,
letting it unfold as it unfolds,
petal by petal,
carefully.
I take care not to thwart the solitary splendor
of its blooming,
remembering a flower glows
just as brightly in an empty lot
as when my eyes turn upon it
to share the sudden sweetness
of its garden plot.
As petals catch the wind
and dance under the sun
so do you glow.
Your beauty casts a clear and steady light
that does not dim
and it shines more, the more I come to know.
We touch elusively, as fragile stems
holding up heavy blooms, nodding in the breeze.
The blooms are our two lives. From underneath
their precarious weight our hands emerge
like leaves.
Your solitude speaks to
the peaceful solitude in me
and deep within my quiet heart
I can feel something gentle
yearn to be set free.
posted for Open Link Monday over at Real Toads. I spent this weekend sorting through old papers, and came across this oldie from 1981, when my heart was young. It is when I look back at my earlier writing that I think, of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. Hee hee.
