Saturday, November 26, 2011

till their vapors dissolved

world has been always
fuzzy, hazy, a bit shaky, maybe
when I was a very small child
when I knew my grandfather’s garden
as the entire world
where I could sit between flowers
braiding wreaths
in a stillness of hours
a bee’s sting
couldn’t shake a ground
just raise a tear
that made the flowers blossom
and saturated leaves
till their vapors dissolved into a sky
that led their way to your ground
and made them appear in your eye
how could I care more?