Comprehension comes creeping From head to foot in incandescence And for a while, I walk in tulips. Over fields of bobbing blossoms, Soft violin-breezes blow melodies through me, And for a while, I float in flowers. In this wondrous place Is the presence of all I ever loved. And You I see clearly now, While I wait in tulips. © By Norma (Twilite@sbcglobal.net)