I’ll garden and tend
a few words
for you only.
Let me ignite
a spark of love
with the flint of words
that I have.
Or I’ll be the crust
and bear the pain
as my seedling words burst forth
shooting up for a sky, a sun.
I might even be the night
but I’ll write my love
in the words of stars and moon
only for you.
Or I’ll let my words be the fire flies
weaving dream by their dance
in your thirsty eyes
for a glint of light.
This is written for Elizabeth’s https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2016/11/22/creativity-challenge-day-2/
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