Geraniums and vines, praised be God

If those songs are flowers
that take long to be born, then
on the other hand
their perfume remains
much longer than hours
in the poet that I am,
on and on,
time and again.

So I hope each of my own lines
grows to be delicate and strong vines
that reach long and tall and even higher
much because of the almost blinding
stroke of lightning
of you
as it pours
and gently rains
upon
them like dew.

For they are but just cracked parts
of one single seed
of which you are sire
and do not heed
to anything but their own fire.
No one rules us quite like our crafts
and no matter how distant,
in them we are not that different...

No matter how the world hardens,
may we never forget our gardens.

18/03/2020