Sensing Daisies

          A Sestina, Copyright 1997 SWE

          Awake, yet eyes are closed to think.
          My dream so thick it leaves a taste.
          His voice still strong enough to hear.
          My flesh still crawling with his touch.
          The morning breeze brings me the scent
          Of daisies, far as I can see.


          And what a sight it is to see!
          So white and pure, it makes me think
          Of days gone by, his heavy scent,
          When all I needed was a taste
          To know this was the love to touch
          So strong, I would no longer hear.

          Voices nudging "why don't you hear?
          Drums are beating, why can't you see?
          Mouthing quietly for your touch.
          Surrounding, pounding, can't you think?
          I'm here to grab and lick and taste
          And leave upon you wordly scent."

          But I refuse to smell the scent
          And as I said, no longer hear.
          For what I breathe leaves me the taste
          Of daisies far as I can see.
          And you, you don't know what to think
          When I refuse your worldly touch.

          For in my heart remains a touch
          Of one who once marked me with scent.
          And does he know or does he think?
          I cannot tell; I do not hear.
          No news of one I never see
          Except in dreams that leave a taste.

          But I don't mind this blended taste
          When I can close my eyes to touch
          Daisies far as I can see,
          And hold within my hands his scent
          Replaying all that I can hear,
          The sounds that make the heartbeats think.

          I had a taste and caught the scent
          Enough that I can touch and hear,
          Our lives, you see, are what we think.

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