I had to find away; to a broad and wild garden.
Through a forlorn passage,
Though I doubted if my frail wings could scale.
But it wasn’t a vanquished will,
It was my heart that; led me onto a pinnacle.
To be dressed in golden pollen and pacifying fragrance.
And I was lost in clouds like a spectre:
Ridding my heart on cotton clouds.
And there I was ready to dive, into a black flower
That confined a pond of rippling blue nectar.
It enthralled me although I was famished and thirsty
And I got drunk with this blue nectar,
That I tripped and fell in love with a brand new self.
It was my baptism; to be free forever inside the blossoming palm of many days.
A poem by Tonny Wandella