buy me a field of flowers.
buy me a field of many things
bearing your name—
this is beyond a love song of
too many metaphors,
this is beyond survival;
this is us losening the
yarns of lonesomeness,
this is you telling me the
colours making up a rainbow.
i do not know how this poem ferried your name, like the gliding feather of a butterfly. perhaps, because i see through your choppy eyes, where i unboxed you from a box of lacquer.
you are the blue— where a lonely boy sits to see the colours of tomorrow in the face of tamed tides.
at eve, i find traces of you in the song of migratory birds, finding pace in the breeze of wavering leaves & God\'s breath.
sing me into pride & certainty.
\'your smile is diamond,
more unique than a pearl;\'
mild like tones escaping the throat of a mother, praying her baby to embrace the staled arms of the night.
espying your visage is a little
crazy business; let\'s stay & stare,
like the negro couple in this silver
night, where stars exchange pleasantries
in the vista of galactic silence;
for an ambiance crafted out of
this craziness with you, will last
longer than the expected time of christ\'s return.
this is how words fold
into each other, in between
sentences;
no ant will tell the lope
how to present itself at the
feet of the kinsmen.
this is beyond survival.
this is us losening the
yarns of lonesomeness,
this is you telling me the
colours making up a rainbow.
the end is of
two ways:
it\'s either you & i
or you & i