The orchid is flowering
a living mandala
Next to my bed
I hear it in my dreams
It's telling me very strange things
About the chemistry between us
And what being a flower really is
And what it really means.
There's a lot to learn.
The orchid whispers in chemical symbols
I danced through the night one night
I drank water in the desert
The sweetest taste, I've ever known
I heard a sound I've never heard before
The buzzing of Chi
while the curtains fluttered
In the night time wind.
Our time I know is limited
Forever wilts away
But while the orchid is flowering
That's for another day
I find myself longing for the scent of the night and at least
One more dream to go..
Habeeb babatunde olayinka