The Flowers

Close you eyes,
And feel the soft petals fall
Against your cheeks—
Each blossom is a kiss that lingers,
And the sweet perfume rises
Gently from their lips.

You can tend to the flowers,
And bring your secrets there,
In this fragrant world
Where chaos and order blend, In every fresh scent that the wind carries
To the dancing joy of the forgotten skies.

• Amy Lowell