A while among the Daffodils

Some
Time
Seeds are
Sewn
And
Forgotten are the
Fruit that are
Born

Bastard
Wretched
and
Un-nutured

They wait

But whilst
This spirited Gaze
Focuses elsewhere
Sweet Valkyrie

I hear your call
After all this
Time

And see the
The fruits
Of your Labour
as
Time
Passes
by

So to abstain
And to Prove
This
Virtues True

And to make this
Flight i seek
Ascend into
The
Blue

Which
Ends
With me
But has more
Of
You

So this Impatience
I will
Endure
To
Reek
These Soft Moments
When I sleep
Well
And all
Inquisition
Falls silent
And
Meek

I think
of
You
And our

Walks among
The
Daffodils
My sweet

And i feel
Understood
and
Happy