Desert Heaven

The voice of a flower

true to form and us

all our thoughts and a vine

curling up the ladder

of dimensional air and anchors

as bursting from a bud

into a fading new

geometric Divinity

In turns and shapes

forgotten and remembered

Been and being

a curve and a dot on a line

waiting on impulses

resting and wanting in the dashes

petals on fire now and then

Like stars do begin again

drawing  tears and tears of light

in the fabric of darkness

into a sky in full bloom

with every blossom’s child, a wish

In the ashes of a desert Heaven

Too full to doubt


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