Flowing Garden (Part II)

I put down my spade and looked into the dirt. I saw movement there. Perhaps a bug? I leaned over more and more -- searching. I went past the grass blades. I went beyond the flat, brown masquerade as crumbly mountains and valleys drew near. Closer and closer I ventured.

Until I fell in.

now
as my pen dances
this very

moment
is gone
forever

but here you are
with these
words

Clouds

I heard the song and grabbed hold of a note
Over dust land, fossil town, mossy tree
Like a dandelion seed I will float
Into the waters of the Ancient Sea

Sonnet

Silver coated spoons and glistening pots,
Stand tall in the kitchen, lined row by row.
Treasured stuffed birds and Huckleberry tops,
Bask in the fire's ethereal glow.

Just a candle I am, droopy and marred,
Homely and stuck to a crude wooden bowl.
Hidden in the corner where Shadows guard,
A hidden fixture and a melted soul.

But I know I'll exist when you come near,
For I am yours! I am for your desire!
You are a warming glow-- the Shadow's fear,
You are the One, you are this candle's fire!

Soaring Great Eagle, and Delicate Dove,
Sweet Warming Wine, immense ocean Love.