Love’s shadow was yesterday.
Today casts no shadow.
I sit in the shadows, I’m here today.
I walk in the garden right now,
see and smell a better world.
I’ve heard flowers grow in the night.
Love does not offend a garden that needs care.
Where is the sun? Flowers have shadows.
There are flowers, night bloomers, without shadows.
A child, I planted tomatoes,
ate a miraculous soup. I entertain ideas.
Violets and roses do not suppose.
Winds prevail. Where are you today?
I’ve visited ancient Roman and Greek gardens,
flowers that have lived longer than I will.
I cheer the justice of their immortality.
It’s bedtime, turn out the light.
Love’s shadow was yesterday.