An Intrinsic Exquisite


no longer




I sit here
surrounded by flowers
and the blooming of friends

over and above
the consistent sorrows
the permitted pleasures
rise and assert their right
to be known

among the flowers
we dance
bedazzled engaged
again in song

the dark times last
too long or was it too
bright, glaring?

and, softer now, can we embrace
each other in the dawn and dusk
of mirrored edges of time?