Geranium

 @atma anna christ

Spring unfolding wings traversing universes unknown 

Looking at your face my love in multiple mirrors surrendering essence

Red wine spilled on black marble makes no sense visually only as a metaphor 

departing arriving forgetting remembering meaningless moments encountering waiting for you

Opening door morning ritual red geranium blooming for a few days now greeting you

your face your absence your presence your inconsolable sadness 

want to make music for you with you for all that matters and all that’s lost

Love or devotion your eyes are my mirror forever…