Here on the Eve,
in Real Time,
Within the Lines,
I write The Garden Lesson.
Which begins with the
Sweet Dance of My Butterfly
in the twilight against
the Silhouette of Trees,
it came to light upon my skin,
so like a moist touch
from a Dripping Sky,
a sensation like Summer Ice,
enchanted i became
by this Garden Muse,
allowing it to view,
The reverse side of My Mirror.
There it fluttered,
came to rest within my
Soul Garden, allowing myself
For Just Today to bloom
In its’ light, requesting it
blend with my Fragile Sky.
This is were i place my
thoughts, between my palms,
bowing to earth with
Feline Grace,
i am One.
Mirror
Shatters
Time
Begins
Fractured Vision
Ends
I open my eyes,
seen in reflection,
resting upon my heels,
hands pressing thighs,
there in lays the
Wishing Stone glowing
warmth remains given
by the Touch of
The Garden Muse.
