The puddle that was my love for you
Dried up,
And a flower grew in its place,
And parrots flew
And nested in its bush.
And the flower bloomed
And made seeds
For orioles and parakeets
All the way from Tyre to Kush
Until there were beautiful
Streams in the desert,
And all the prophecies came true.
And the colorful flowers, blooms, and seeds,
Finches, wrens, and parakeets
All sing and play and dance unto
The mystic music
Of love
That conquers all.

-jenn