MY DARK-EYED LOVE

I am humble earth for hearts full of grace,

Turned into a grape, I became wine.

I bloomed like a tulip, the gathering of all colors,

Became the smile of a frostbitten night.

I became a star to light the darkness,

I became a breath of warmth in the bitterest cold.

I called the universe home and drew no line between you and me,

Don't be a bandage to my wound—be the healing balm and come.

I never bowed to the unjust,

Blew like a wind against the foul and the false.

I am the scent of love in the soul of a daisy.