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.
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,
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.
i just want to be your friend.