By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com Date: 27 May 1999
An iceberg, mostly hidden
mostly frozen am I
but melt me and distill my essence
and I will become
as the mist floating inland to you
and then I will settle
as dew gathered on
the slowly ever growing bloom
in your fertile garden
on this cool spring morn
Harvest the blooms of your
love’s garden and you will have
gathered flowers in the shape of my heart
Cut one open and
I will bleed you some more words
words that would be no longer be hidden
but would reflect the beauty of
the heart in which they grew
5/27/99