by Tim Kavi
lush overgrowth
showing empowering design
such wisdom
yet some say
it's always overrated
but love grows
to meet us in every
esteemed face
across every landscape
of doom and grace
it is everywhere
every space
and in every place
reflecting rays of light
in my remembered windows
of dreamy night
where I am struck
by the moonlit beauty
echoed in her embrace
Her many stories
are told, traversed
again and again
a resounding crescendo
in the universal page
she is written
in the paths
of the wind
touched
by every artist's
gardened, skillful
round shapes
My love is full of it;
I saw it in her
gathered lace
And revealed ever
in the lit bed
of her remembered kiss
I am left wandering
the maze
of brilliant memories
across remembered space.
