I, the Gardener

I, Kinshala am a portrait of a small piece to the grander schematic puzzle, I the gardener to small ships who harbour within tight slips wherein waves rock and wave and say hello as I pass... I the fallen eyelash of yr former dream, You of oldsoul charasmatic mystery... ...of Kinshala...of the nine worlds in between... to one day be enlightened like some slowly burning incense - or a thirty day candle... for those who merely admire, and those who would rather smirk than smile I pity them...for they have lost the light of vigilant candlefire... and will never see You as we both do only Heaven Higher....