5809 Roots of hope

To this love 

That we placed 

In our chest 

That morning, 

The unconquerable 

And immaculate 

Roots are 

Already coming.

Adventitious roots, 

Of ethereal plants, 

Hanging tillandsias.

I long for airy 

Nimbus 

Filled with rain 

That fall 

On my plexus 

With hope.

And that in your 

Open arms you let me 

Quietly curl up 

A thousand dreams 

On the pillow.