In you, I have found dandelions
a multitude of times...
You
are my...
Nurses see only
old lesions but for patients...
Silence connotes
all the differences are...
Is transparency God, or a soul,
something all the clear things share...
You are incurable
because...
I am SEEN but not
RECOGNIZED...
This is you this splendorous shine...
A mirror reflects
One image but there's lots of...
Life is a disease
that we must recover from...
Why do I miss you so
even though we're close at heart...
My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...