Daisy chain
I offered her
a rope of grass
a house of clouds
the occasional sunset
in mint condition
a spray of flowers
picked each same day
to lay in her hand


I offered her
other tongues
to sing her beauty
a net of sound
and in it caught
a Schubert andante
a duet from Bizet
a voyage in time
I offered her
a sheaf of verses
framed in firelight
a bouquet of songs
a lacework of petals
close around her
a ring of leaves
to frame her face


and at the end
I offered her
a lake of silence
a shoreline of absence
some faded pebbles
a skeleton leaf
a daisy chain
on a bed of moss.