MY FLORINE LIVES HERE

There was stillness in the air
over the island of Mainau,
the island of flowers
in Lake Constance,
the Bodensee
to the native German.

In autumn's transparency,
sculpted with the simplicity
of a windless sky,
something new and exciting
was unfolding,
and this paradise of flowers
would never be the same again.

On the margins of illusion,
dancing between the blooms
and the shadows,
came a sudden gust of wind
that wasn't there before.

The richness
of a captivating fragrance
encircled the island,
unveiling to all
what was taking place.

An essence so rare of a flower
of incomprehensible value,
whose marrow enhances the quality
of all living things,
was in the mist,
and here to stay
in this botanical garden of Eden.

Living in an interconnectness
with the core of a pink rose,
a fragrant floribunda
worthy of her company,
her petals,
floating upward to shine
with the brillance
of the night sky,
are destined for eternal beauty.

My Florine lives here.
The name of the rose is Sweetheart.

My Florine lives here.

© JOHN PISCATELLA