Tenderness that is 
Transparent 
Like this glass -
Vibrations, ringing.
The gravity of Trees
Pull us into their
Temples,
Pages of images swirl,
A flower emerges and
consumes us in its
triumphant beauty,
The weight of the
Encyclopedia of Flora
On your lap,
Persevering in our delight.
Next, some Chinese  
numbers - yut, yee, sam...
Sounds of continents, consonants, 
and vowels 
Spin in constellations, 
Laughter billows.

II.

We step into the floating darkness
To see your sunflowers,
Hidden behind a curtain of bushes,
Three stalks of exquisiteness
Pregnant with gold, 
An interval in integral time,
Vertical,
In the center of the night.
Beyond, in the contours of shadows,
I almost stepped on the small purple
Flowers near the ground,
Exposed in its shining velvet - celestial.
In dim light, we looked
At radishes with anticipation
The fresh fragrance of mint leaves
Complement the night. 

III.      

Sipping time in abundance,
In spheres of inmost
Transformations,
Mingling with wind.
Above - a lighted window,
At this intersect of convergence,
A dawn in the tendril of darkness,  
All that is intangible penetrates
Completely.
The constant azure sky in my arms.
Enormous distances are traveled on
The subtle trails that remain.
In the intimate realm of reflection, 
we measure.