Form

That which gives form to the formless

you are the intricate instrument through which

I can admire the sweet Magnolia,

breathe in its fragrant presence,

feel its delicate nature,

listen to its dancing petals,

allowing me the pleasure of tasting life’s essence.

What happens to you when I sleep?

When I dream of different realities

and carry on respiring

with no awareness of your feat

What happens to me when you die?

To the memories you carry for me,

identities I’ve accumulated through you

I give you purpose for now

but you are not me

or mine.

Still my love is for you

and gratitude is endless

for being my greatest companion in this life,

until I must return you back to the soil beneath the Magnolia,

back to your elemental form.

the most magnificent magnolia I haven’t stopped thinking about!