Surround me in sweetness,
the sounds that roll from summer birdsong
and open in my ears like morning glories,
wet with some secret knowing.
Surround me in the smells of the marketplace,
rich with spices, cardamom and cinnamon,
touched by the luring fragrance
of bold jasmine and the shyness of dripping lilies.
Surround me with the shimmering laughter of children,
sheaves of golden harvested wheat, the hopes of toeless painters,
the pure love of broken-hearted poets, fingers drenched in warm honey,
wet with the pollen of the bumble bees’s graceful mourning.
Surround me with the eyes of the woman I adore,
those dewy, doe-eyed streams that sail me through
the oceans of her heart.
Surround me with the miles of smiles
that she has given to me,
like some sacred, priceless work of art,
wrapped in the velvet of a butterfly’s wing.
Surround me in this foreverness,
when the garden of my heart
began to bloom again.
