I would shower you with roses,
Dozens of roses,
and peonies, lilacs, camellia, gardenias.
A thousand ruffled, scented blossoms
piled all around you.
A roomful of plundered gardens, and you,
The sun to which they turn.
You, the sun.
I follow you across the sky,
Dizzy, thirsty, longing.
See this light on my skin?
it turns golden, it shimmers,
each fine hair rises to your touch,
and peonies, lilacs, camellia, gardenias.
A thousand ruffled, scented blossoms
piled all around you.
A roomful of plundered gardens, and you,
The sun to which they turn.
You, the sun.
I follow you across the sky,
Dizzy, thirsty, longing.
See this light on my skin?
it turns golden, it shimmers,
each fine hair rises to your touch,
limned with your light.
How do I make you see? held by your gravity,
I am free to fly.
And so I bring you roses,
and peonies, lilacs, camellias, gardenias.
Perhaps you will see my face in theirs.
Perhaps, then, you will know.
How do I make you see? held by your gravity,
I am free to fly.
And so I bring you roses,
and peonies, lilacs, camellias, gardenias.
Perhaps you will see my face in theirs.
Perhaps, then, you will know.
