My Heart on a Lily Pad
It was the center of the night
and just off the carport,
forty thousand frogs sang
a round that cradled the dreams
of the neighborhood, the town,
and just then, my life.
I sat, then stood,
trying to get closer to the music;
inside of it, to let the surreal,
surround sounds smooth the folds
of my consciouness. I let it fill
my intangible soul with its sanctity,
stroke my skin with its simple complexity,
in a near-orgasmic surrender to something
I cannot find the words to explain.
My mind sipped the symphonic nectar
that spilled over into my reality
and I wondered if you knew that I loved you
to the ends of my imagination.