A lovely Tomato, to brighten up my days.
A beautiful Sun Flower, to lighten my ways.
A Rose, of brilliant passions to delight my dreams.
A haunting – nightmare – pain filled thorns – streams
into consciousness on beams of light – acknowledgement
of all that grows in a stark, garden basement.
There is this Fertilizer, - food for growth – for this Garden,
this Gardener needs – the water of life dries up – harden
the soil, leaving it untilled, unseeded, to dust and barren.
This Life, Tomato, Sun Flower, Rose, nourish the dreams,
feeds this Gardeners, old soul’s desire for life beyond, seems
to be beneath this Flower’s, desire, - passions buried asunder.
This Garden’s, heart beats to the rhythms or crashing thunder
praying for lightening to ignite the Spirit, grow out from under.
B. J. “A” 2
April 3rd 2008