A picture of you
you cupping daffodils in sacred space
this picture of you framed in sacred space
yes I’m dreaming of spring, of light, of warmth!
a new life together, our sacred space
we’ve returned like birds in hope of new life
preparing for love in lush sacred space
what peace there may be, let’s find it again
near where the lilies grow, their sacred space
here, walking free, he whispers words of love
so we join him to share his sacred space
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
*This has been work in progress for many months, but like all poetry I now abandon it, at least in this form.
Whether it can still be called a ghazal, I’m not sure. The last verse originally had a full reference to me, but I changed it to the third person and left it as the phrase ‘walking free’, which is a weak link to Francis, my middle name, which could mean ‘free man’, or perhaps, ‘little Frenchman’! Anyway, the original idea was to imagine Saint Francis in a garden with the birds but I guess it has morphed now into a romantic wish with hints of Francis walking somewhere in a beautiful garden, which might well be a nice place to be.
The painting (or a part of it) is my take, an impression if you will, of Monet and his water lilies, mixed media on canvas.
