i don’t know what plant I am,
but perhaps I like the idea of being a
Lily of the Field.

or maybe not a plant at all,
but a kind, bright cloud that slowly empties itself
to luminously moisten flowers upon their beds.

or maybe
I want to be a lake surface that
kisses the sky with
deep margins of Aurora & moonlit cottons.

or maybe something impossible to forget,
like one petite wave tickling your toes
on a sun-soaked,
secluded shore.

but whatever i am,
~ i hope ~
i am that and this of you;
the deeper part of a warm grin,
forever caught in a moment.

or maybe,
i just want to be your friend.


  1. This is so beautiful Timothy. God has blessed you with the gift of watering other souls with your words.


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