Peace Lily
Three o’clock morning
a solitary hour of pillow turning
I gaze at a dark open tunnel
lacy funnel
Are your pursuits still with me ?
eyes odes to life’s quests
now starseeds luminous
where there was a nose
a pyramid of pink rose
perfume 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 bare shoulder cold
Rivers circle bronzed
body and fingers in
torrents of knowingness
in waiting garden a Tree of Life bears globular 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, watching
cows in spring September
a celebration of Awakening
now arms are shadowy
veins across a waking sky
justice, equality, freedom, Love as lessons dug in loamy Earth, passed ~
my resilient heart opens wide
merges with your silent smile
designing a
Peace Lily
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