You are my little perennial
I say to her
A propos of nothing
The perfume follows us
Around the room
It is sweet and fragrant
A flower and a bloom
A long forgotten word
The root of which
Lies at the bottom of our brain
It is a word we trust
An act of kindness
One given
In an open field
A place where we can find peace
Where we are free
And do not need to act
The thoughts are persistent
The sky is heavy
Our eyelids seep in the heat
Our hair flows in the wind
Like petals swaying on a root
The clouds hang low
Not quite white on blue
A muted colour
Like the tiny steps we make
I am glad she is always with me
Always the same
My little lode stone
My constant
My love
My friend.
