Gordon

You entered into
           my life
on the face of a
           warm breeze

and unfurled me. a
         flower in the
midst of spring. Opening
         to the gentle touch
of the moon.

a shrubbed field. yellow.
         dotted. full. bare and
open to the sun.

therein, my spirit
         lay
               dormant.

awaiting the touch
         of your soul
                to awaken.