dear --

lilacs, carnations, and sweet white bell flowers,
i have discovered your scent from lightyears away.
all together you grow in an emerald field of dew,
the likes which would make Oz jealous.
every night you gaze up high
into a sky of violet and black dotted with diamonds,
and every night those diamonds wink at you.

don't let the weeds weave wildly
around your roots and into your many petals
from their jealous parasitic ways.
i see the white fencing, the trimming of trees,
the beautiful mansions, and what eden should be.

but there is no adam, and there is no eve;
there are only the lilacs, carnations, and sweet
white bell flowers in a grassy meadow
under a dark sky.

and, as you dance in the breeze,
you know that this is heaven enough,
a ground without crosses
and as perfect as we.