Mark Riedel Poet Rhyme

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....

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