When sun hides
Is the love still there?
is the love still There?
when sun arrives
but extravagant dreams derive
derision as decision
Is love still there
is a ban, done,
meant to be forever?
Only stretch in the plants root feet
to know the feeling of non-deceit
the natural means of lengthening one’s own stem growth
lies in birthing one’s seed
out of the ashes of last winter’s
unfailing weed
Sophia's Voice 