I've never found anything perfect
except a flower once that never died.
It swiveled in the sun's slow swing
slept in snow, woke for the Bride
in spring, plush and wild each year from
I've never had anything last
except that flying summer of love for light
where children briefly burned their hungry fear;
that spark became the wildfire of my life.
Its living fire keeps me whole tonight
protected from the winter-walking years.
I've never had a dime I didn't spend
except the gold we minted for love's pay.
Spendthrifts can lose a fortune in a day,
yet keep it all in a sun-vault of a safe
with two last coins for final fare on eyes
that see their dreams at last without disguise.
posted for dVerse Poets
Images: Narcissus 'Sir Winston Churchill' © joyannjones 2014