...Infinite Arrangement...
My infinite idea
clothes me like a sheath of silk
wrapped in a luke-warm April wind
draping itself around me
anyway it wants
there is nothing else
that feels like this arrangement
of fabric
and wind
and the warmth
tucked inside
there remains that evening
when the moment was born
into forever
blossoming into
this infinite arrangement
a flickering flame
undying and strong
a young memory
a bittersweet song
tied up in infinity
that could never
take so long
a subtle reminder
of the scent of forever
resplendent in its own presence
with the swell and stance
of the infinite arrangement