Garden of Aphrodite

This is a cowrite poem with Wolf A. Carrington.

W: At last, a beautiful garden that I now call home! 

K: At last, a time to welcome new sense of peace in this fleeting memory.

W: Let it be known that the birds sang with a lively tone. 

K: Nature knows when winter fades, as ice melts I long to wear shorts again. 

W: Til the sun rises, and til the heat thickens, I walk upon this paradise. 

K: Frozen with fear, yet eager for the beauty I am about to meet.

W: Along this path I take comes with self-sacrifice. 

K: A rare moment screaming with fists in the air, I can't believe this opportunity. 

W: I bask in the ambience, serenading myself with the hymns of the animals. 

K: I wonder if the animals understand how a human soul cries out, but there is no melody when the soul loses its song.

W: This song lingered with a voice, a lovely voice that had sprang up the botanicals. 

K: The colors bloom, even if you don't like that I see that your colors still bloom.

W: Ever-flowing, ever-lasting feeling that you leave behind when you grow. 

K: At last a beautiful destiny, and I'm not afraid to call you my own!