they say the moonflower blooms at night:
the dreamer wears a crown on his heart
he's been planting flowers in her garden
watering them with jewels
and reaching for silver sunlight
in the morning air
even when his voice is dry,
he floods her door with poems
and takes them, one by one,
drawing lines in the sand.
the dreamer plucks lilies from silence
and lavender from the ether
hoping that love will blossom.
what lies beneath the root is truth,
watered down to the soul.
Marcus will be doing a reading of this and other poems at 5:30 tomorrow at Scoop for my closing reception of Stop Making Fence. He has also created a new piece inspired by my painting Sleep Owl (see below)!
Hope to see you!
