Genesis Poem by Rachel Butler

(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)

The astute tell me the journey will be over when we meet.
This summer of love,
which present semblance, doth allure me to his star,
obscurity with ambiguities shepherded forth and my breath away.

My dovelike companion,
hath music in him.
Stimulated by sweet vibration,
notes sung from our anima.

Felicitous for fidelity, forthrightness and revered,
sea surf between us now,
a rare balmy dusk.

I desire to fly with my dove.

Sparrow