I, the Gardener
I, Kinshala
am a portrait of a small piece
to the grander schematic puzzle,
I the gardener
to small ships who harbour
within tight slips
wherein waves rock and wave
and say hello
as I pass...
I the fallen eyelash of yr former dream,
You of oldsoul charasmatic mystery...
...of Kinshala...of the nine worlds in
between...
to one day be enlightened
like some slowly burning
incense - or a thirty day candle...
for those who merely admire,
and those who would rather smirk
than smile
I pity them...for they have lost
the light of vigilant candlefire...
and will never see You
as we both do
only Heaven Higher....
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