Remember

 I used to want it allbut now I gather free fallwhite petals floating on an ether breeze. The fire & the rose have burnt a huge holeI’ve done so much of nothing since we’ve been. Other’s talk of lovehow little they know,of waft of weft  our  inner  harmony: & when I think of youmy heart still skip soarsa living breathing grace an entity, where the trees sing for usof early sun & Spring solacethat lasts a Summer lifetime forever you & me&  lemon dreams.