Landscape - October 29, 2011

Landscape

To one whose name is written 

in the faint perfume

upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape

with their caress
Each and every flower,

you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth 

of your undress

You move your morning breezes

into the darkness

of my night
Until I no longer know the season

or present year
Time is of no essence

within my sight
Of warmth or cold, 

I have no fear

To one whose name is written 

on every single line 

of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance

of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape

in a world apart
Marked on a calendar 

of none

The cares of life, waft into silent pieces 

as they come to light
When your morning breeze 

moves 

upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares 

of ours

To one whose name is written

in my eyes 

as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink

flowing from our sun
My landscape 

will be your garden harbor
From your breezes, 

I will never run

© 2010 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm