The Flowers Said... Poem by Portia Burton

While I was leaving the garden,
The flowers asked me with care,
'Tell us, friend, Do you want to carry
Something with you from here? '


'Oh, ' I said, 'My lungs are full
Already with your fragrance,
And your gentle touch still pulsates
Through my whole substance!

But, oh, those magical moments,
Which I spent in your company,
How can I ever carry them back,
With all their invisible honey? '

The flowers said, 'We will keep them
Safely hidden, covered with dew,
To give as the seeds of dreams
To another crazy poet like you.'