One day we will fall
into each others arms
and grow in freedom.
I want root in your heart
and harvest gardens of poetry
for the world to be full and satisfied.
The rainbow
of your spectacle
reaches across
my sky
with a giant feather
writing poetry
in the white ink of clouds,
that fall from the sky
in thunder and lightning
soak thru
and nourish the world
with
adoration
eternal
You want me to turn the garden hose on the sun till it goes out so you can rest?