Morning glories

Of the flowers in pots

Of the open window

Of the girl who sits there

Her touch is caring and light

Her dress is sunny golden

Her hair is honey blonde

She is the morning glory I see

On her finger a ring

Glinting in sunlight

Silver

The flowers surround her like a garden

Red and purple and white blooms

She cares for each one

Gentle she is, and beautiful, this morning glory

Her silver ring winks in light

Light that blinds me

She sits there, in the window frame

Behind her is the dark interior of the house.

Soon she will disappear, fading like the morning dew

Morning dew, morning glory.

She will fade, without being seen by anyone but me.

She will leave nothing behind but a memory

Keeping secrets secret

Keeping me wondering,

None the wiser

Never does she speak

Never have I seen her face

Never has she smiled

But never has she frowned

I wonder

And yet

I don't want to know

For to know would be to destroy this fantasy I have

And what, then, would life be?

Morning glory, she is to me

My morning glory, my mystery.