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THE TULIPS OF AMSTERDAM REFLECTED
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JOURNAL #22 through greener guesses and the marshes of my mind
you tramp across these hills of my heart
the flowers of my soul bloom gracefully all around you
their abundant beauty everywhere
your feet are welcome trespassers upon their lush
fallen petals
the mist of your attention they drink of
from the cups of your hands
your eyes are twin star beams that guide my longing
to be tucked away in your pockets
why the simple touch of your body's sweet shadow
cast softly upon my eager face
pleases me well
my whimsical thoughts are yours to explore
open is my will in concern to you
my heart skips violently
closed are these same eyes
now wrapped so very tightly up
in your precious presence
my home lies in the confines of your
renovated heart
while floating by the banks of a most
expectant glare
I greedily reach for the tenderness
that renders your eyes far lovelier to me
than any floral garden ever visited by man
the tulips of Amsterdam included
Heaven must surely wear sunglasses
the very shade of your lovely eyes today
the only difference being
their prescription is by far likely
much, much stronger.......
(Jan. 6, 2000)
