Peace Lily

PEACE LILY Three o’clock morning a solitary hour of bliss I gaze at a dark open tunnel lacy funnel Are you still with me ? Your eyes odes to life now luminous star seeds where there was a nose a pyramid of pink rose perfume your 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 my bare cold shoulder Rivers circle your body and fingers in torrents of knowingness In my garden a Tree of Life bears your fruit as daily offerings from hot dark roots A quiet hour dissolves into luminous light of spaceless heights Bells tinkle gently as I remember Our togetherness enjoyed watching cows in spring September Now your arms are shadowy veins across the waking sky My longing heart opens wide merges with your silent smile designing a Peace Lily