your says don' t word a thing

like a bird

dwelling on a perching

i am giving in

i feel so different
in your arms
embracing only stems
out of flowers
this is who I am
who I become
I am different
with you
so different

sky quiets the night
when it is unquiet
for we part

we have garden in the window
imposing flowers trees and poppy seeds
they can compete with a rainbow
running through the morning mists
abound to the forlorn meadow
they planted love that persists

we have garden in the window
like star-sprinkled sky it shines
on the lives of ordinary sorrow,
like you and me, often aligned
its glow must be followed
like steps to the divine