Nourished by love
for the unseen within,
when seen by a heart,
shimmers, sans end.
Swells the bud
a flame before bloom,
sans thorn, sans pain
sans sojourner’s wound.
The wilting, the dying,
the falling to earth,
the paradox wrapped
in a gift of re-birth.
In death so many
nod in decay
who’s hues loved light
until light loved gray.
Deep hearted thinker
let loose the reigns
to careen through
redolent gardens again.
Pause a moment
on a fragranced path,
you’ll hear a subtle
message plash…
’tis a tear
of Mercury’s reflection,
reciting, “whence you came,
is where you go,
take heed; all roads,
but One direction.”
