An orchid blooms from year 5 through to 6
The stem holds 5 blooms and the bud of a 6th
I've been holding the space for you.
Her fur ripples in the breeze as she dashes alongside
We cavort in spirit joy
Our love waves through the trees
This is impossibly lovely.
The brain resists, while the heart embraces magic
Thoughts ward off pain and build a wall
Love sweeps the structure to the side
There is no division between us.
My love, my heart
She runs alongside always.