Take the basket with you.
Pack it for a slow sunset
Beyond the pine trees
Fill the basket with cheese
Hard bread, wine and thyme
The evening will bath your glass
In gold and the whisper of the red rocks
Let your hair feel free, and your hands happy
To garnish your temples with desert sage, lavender and
tender lily
For there is magic when the willow bush
Blooms in May in
chocolate scents and a sweet whisper
And when you find the rock
From where the sunset paints the horizon of times
Let the wine flow in the same colors as the evening sky
For in your basket you have brought
The gift of love and the secret tremor
Of being one
With sage, lily and marigold
August 12, 2015
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2015
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