Linger on

The furnace of love

Eye always deeply admired
The unbound currents
Planting
The mightiest trees
In the grains of sand

Fully grown in seconds
Requiring
No seed
No roots
No land

Being nothing
But a phenomenal art of nature
Omitting frondescence
And fruit
Unlike those made of wood

And so eye
Couldn’t help
But wonder
Whether it was nothing
But the prolonged touch

Letting the skeletons
Bloom
In  

The blueprint of leaflets and blossom