Wildflower, you bring blossom to my world…
if only the sun would come up soon
so I may witness such brilliance once more..
I’ll never tire
nor waiver in desire
to walk in our garden
Take in your tender fragrance…
be awed by your many colored collage
struck dumb by your singing petals and leaves
for this is when I feel most alive.
Still, darkness does not deprive
the depth of my memory
from being burned
with visions of your lovliness.
In reality, I require no Sun
to feel the warm light…
that lives in perfect safety
within the Fountain of my life…
when I close my eyes, Thinking of you..
There is never any darkness.
—A Justin Baker 2006
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