Late April sunshine
lays heavy on my face and shoulders
a reminder of the deadline to decide
what will define the depths of my soul
Le jardin d'amour
is damp with ethereal beauty
crafted painstakingly,
a monument to the
richness of life.
I am caught between
the regal, seductive violet
and the fresh, handsome pine
unable to choose,
unable to let go
The horizon, littered with the two
offers no aid to
the impossible choice
that lies ahead
I stand on a cliff at the edge of the universe,
just barely kissing the sky,
breathe them both deeply into my heart
and jump.
