Romantic Poem

when wings were mine

in long ago

and I was able to fly and live

amongst the birds and clouds and air,

your eyes in body not now your own

gazed as tulip’s cup engulfed sunlight

and devoured down my flying form;

i was bursting-star brilliant because of your audience

and died

to change to flower

and at least exist in the garden of your world

sharing each other’s food and earth

and growing together

to be consumed and devoured by the same eye.