Man opens his book
Reads some of his story
Heart beating open for woman to see
His sharing her sings
Opening woman’s head which is a flower, of a seed man planted dreams upone dreams ago.
Lifetimes sown now grown and opening to the opening book
Woman is a flower
Man the garden, osecrets. Walled
Softly bloomed and laid bare they lay as one, completed.
The mornin comes and with the cosmic rays shone on her now still open
Man, wakes. A new day. Closed book, closed secret garden.
Where have you gone? And what are you hiding from?