For Loon

Photo by Grant Piering

I took refuge in darkness hiding away;

in attempt to save my wilting roots before they decayed.

Tired and sinking into murky shadows,

I saw a light appear from a distance – not far away.

Watching its lucency consume my crepuscule sky

I wanted nothing to do with it,

until his hands met mine;

Softening my calloused skin with the gentlest tone,

I met his eyes and tried to let go.

But he took me into his arms and there,

I felt at home;

Resurrecting my wilted rose as he pulled me in close.

His voice flowed down my veins as warm water in a summer rain.

Tending to my wounded heart;

just the same.

Denying the blossoms budding within,

I could not confess – I wanted more of him.

Handing my flower to his mystifying hue,

I stayed with him all night until we felt the mornings dew.

A new vine of roses crowned his chest;

and he touched me softly – whispering my name

Kissing my tired eyes until they met rest.

Yours,

Penguin.