Sunflowers

Sunflowers with a majestic gold crown The blue-purple of the evening sky The white clouds with a sunbeam inside Flow - sweet river onwards To a place that can't be found on any map - directions scattered Suddenly now - I feel its warmth Grabbing at the corners of a freshly-read novel Showing its strength at the peak of the day People think that writing is simple If that's the case - then why aren't we all writers? I am borrowing time from an older gentleman Seconds that he keeps in his pockets Time is a precious thing - never waste it I belong to a rare breed of men A kind who see the world through the lens of a Poet Small - we start out but then we grow And we get closer to those lily-white clouds We outstretch our palms And feel the rain as it lands on our shoulders We are giants in a world of ants and insects We are the reason and the rhyme I kiss your lips not to silence you but to give your life a punctuated moment full-stop, period, and caesura I promised you I would return And on that day You felt her warmth And you told her for the last time How much you loved her How much you needed her She will always be inside your heart