Lotus

I sent this lotus adrift while stooping at this bank and
I left it to float away
From hands that never did delay
To limit the boundaries of your scorching flame.
Like a cascading thought you came
Making yourself a seat in my mind,
So I took my finger and signed
This earthen floor with my touch,
Its potentialities I never rendered as too much
For none is impossible with the Father.
But how many of these flowers must I gather
To bury my emotions with
To calmly and steadily send adrift,
Across this expanse that separates us.
A cone of peace to enshrine your red passion,
So I send you this lotus.

-Arielle John copyright. 2007