Terrace of Devotion

Had this hidden hankering, like a four year secret garden
Blooming perennials, shrubs, trees that have to bear fruit this season
Delicate annual florets open every time you speak w/me

I'm a quadrennial animal, bush elephant, North American bear,
               a female gorilla just finished weaning
Four the number of seasons and foundation
         the number of Gospel Good News proclamations
Renovate the wasteland return desert into tramontane meadow
                         - if only
Say my name in your state of emergency
        say it like a child calling his mother discover
 Clouds gather like a prairie storm
                        quick and violent over the Savannah
The smell of rain on the dust, stirs an ancient lust
A sacred trust, fecund hope in irriguous pasture

I'm a farmer, been fertilizing our fantasy
Our mutual compatibility
        what water wells we share in common
Similar range ambitions and dream landscapes

As near to you as the beat of the heart drum
        waiting in the silence between
        yielding submission
Prayers you were there, aware
Prepare to cultivate as the ox with the plough