TO have seen the path beyond the veil, apprehensively
somewhere I have walked, the promise within those eyes
of you and their silence:  the strongest-frail wish
by pursed lips of gesture are things that invite me,
but as perfect as a star too far to have ever touched

and intellect and that beauty and richest soul tells me
you can easily unclose me like the sun to a rose whose
petals are saved by a grand presence of golden light
that if, by chance, my heart has not already made flight
toward the sun in all my delirious wishful needs!

but if (which is a big sounding word “IF”) we choose
to be together like space and time which if i were
that rose would beautifully invite entwined meaning
:to include love — which glues all the scattering
unimaginable pieces of all things into one

i would wish and might and say and sing:

“Marigold!  Marigold!  What richest color that touches
me and my soul!”

:: 07-16-2015 ::