Allows the necessary time,
And morning-glory from the mould
Inhales sweet breaths elatedly
To spend proud hours in their prime:
Displaying flowers’ beauty creed,
Then fade away unselfishly;
For cognisant that in their seed
Lies balancing Eternity:
Offspring to immortality.
where gardener with implements prepares
to wrestle weeds and stand a rising ardour,
vindication for some, lifeless for me;
submissive the spectre, spent inferno the man.
untried withdrawing wings, the moment
when I, whom during formative years advanced
toward insouciant amplitudes hunched down
to pluck decaying yields from yellowing grass.
the diamond lost, in a rhombic ruin of time,
the desert for whom all expanse is coral reef –
to track down, discern, suspend this strand in hand,
unravel myself from out a propagated past.
-- Andreas Gripp