in the garden

hope reads the hourglass sees the sand thinks of ancient deserts midnight caravans the smell of mint tea under a sky full of celestial incandescence. it is here, lover, in the distant strangeness, that our eyes meet, under a blue veil of Tethyn brine, hexacorals bristling from reefs now long extinct, the habitat of Plesiosaurs, the breeding ground of sea turtles. hope sees a life folded within this life, a place where sunflowers grow and dew condenses on water glasses, a cosmos where perfume and envy mix with the rush of warm air currents creating and uncreating itself by seed, by mushroom and earthworm.
i see you in these places sometimes, starlight eyes and emerald crown, riding a pixie chariot pulled by atoms. you are with me then, a speck of ephemeral sunrise.