Kiss me like the moonlit stars reflect and
Reach the everglades and imbue with blue
Like Sunday shade, cool, crisp, refreshing
and new.
Don't cut my leaves and curb my bite
To meld me into pasty walls of glowing white,
Which will only hold the captured light of the
passing sun which shines to rise.
Don't let me fall without a trace, to meet
my end in shallow streams, where I could
never dream of meeting thee with such a
wave.
But take my greeting over rooftops as a
simple sign of life to stay, and fall like stars
of burning ore if you must, catch me along the way.
Unknown till heart
