A Gentle Scent

A gentle scent surrounds me.  It eddies,
flows, reminds me.  I dream.  Look long
and away until just so and seeing you
and having only to say—  I seize upon
some flower, something I love, you see,
and say—  This is where I begin.  This is
where I am.  This is where I am re-awoken.
And in that span you hold me with interest,
with affinity.  You who can never end,
whose beginning was before time—
From non-existence you rekindle me.

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One Reply to “A Gentle Scent”

  1. This is my favorite poem of all time.
    You truly are an incredible writer!

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