Slave To Love

Splitting your garden’s rocky ledge a sapling grows on edge of pathway. A lone bud blooms in spring unnoticed like an obscure flower called love in me. You waft past me on zooming zephyr, blowing a storm of fervor through me. I hold the ruffled petals close to heart lest they stray away from your shadow. In the diffuse gleam of the falling twilight your swaying stride tramples me unaware. Trodden servile I dream of you at night, but like the sun on your sky I rise again. From the floral shackles of destiny I’ve no escape for I’m slave to love. July 4, 2019