Garden of Thoughts.

"Inner fights have ceased, leaving only peace-- that no man can understand."

Oh, taste the flavors of the sky
and bring them down to
salty earth.
Give me a
blood cloud mixed
with
a
blade of grass,
for the
dewdrops.
Incense swirling
eating softly
open the ground and
bury
your
imagination.
With some tears to
water it,
maybe
soon
it'll grow to an emotion
with
fruit of cloth.
Fruit of the tree--
rainbow colored flesh.
Pulpy poetry.
As the sun fills
the silence,
fragrance seeps into
my soul.
Warm back,
warm face,
warm heart.

Finis.

vanessa((