PEACE LILY

Three o’clock morning
A solitary hour of pillow turning
I gaze at a dark open tunnel
lacy funnel

Are you still with me ?

Your eyes odes to life
now luminous starseeds
where there was a nose
a pyramid of pink rose
perfume your perceptible sweat

Tears trickle silver snail trails
toward a waiting grail
salt grains down the drain

Your voice
a whispering white butterfly
fluttering gold
on my bare cold shoulder

Rivers circle your
body and fingers in
torrents of knowingness

In the garden a Tree of Life bears your fruit
as daily offerings from hot dark roots

A quiet hour
dissolves into luminous light
of spaceless heights

Bells tinkle gently as I remember
Our togetherness enjoyed watching
cows in spring September

Now your arms are shadowy
veins across the waking sky

My longing heart opens wide
merges with your silent smile
designing a
Peace Lily



©GhairoDanielsPoetry2020