Seed
I am not far
Whispering windy words
From where I dream and desire
Feeling your presence
Is warmly embracing fire
That I cherish
Of you
Over here
Seed of a plumb
Vying to root and flourish
In the moist soil near the tree
Whence I am… among the plumbs
Perhaps Unnoticed and laden
With uncertainty
Defined, I am this that I am
Confined by sweet flesh and skin
I am a bit subdued and I Know
My chances to flourish are
Few
Nevertheless, this demise
Does not define me
Nor restrict my heart…
I love you
Written By Darkest Angel
Written July 7, 2019
Ron