Ink and Infinity

when I write

I wander the gardens 

soak in language like lakes

words 

like mist on water

rising like day

whispering wisdom 

and weaving like wind

​

this is my 

milk and honey

my chocolate and diamond

my love and my moon

​

poems come like sleep

deep and sudden

born from dreams and 

all their infinities

where magic's like spring 

- our quiet blooming - 

and everything is mine

to create