As I walked steadily
Into the heart’s garden
I saw a lotus blossom
Growing
Wild in the pond.
I wanted to send you a photograph,
I wanted you to see this
Fragrant beauty, but
You were there…
In the morning sky.
Lending me these words,
Beyond words,
Your face merging with the reflection
Of light.
Beautifully said. A reminder that we are not confined by location or time.
Thank you Rebecca, I used to want to have “destinations” for poems before committing pen to paper, I’ve since lost this idea. Poems go where they want to go, I have no real say in the matter. For words are like caravans travelling towards the empty dawn.
poems do indeed go where they wish… as it should be :)