The gardens of Magnolia

In rooms of my mind the lifting perfume
lingers-winding towards a dream, night's blinds
are drawn, the aroma's ecstasy, mirrored,lumes,
the stilted haze and flowers furnish, bind
in the summer screen of the Magnolia 
gardens slumbering ease. Their is a war
of wry wistfulness in the gardeners
caress. The honey bee carries it's score
of nectar, the train continues it's tour
through a democracy of the senses to select the
candidate that is most likely too
sanctify-a bird hovers nonchalantly
in his republic of land and sky, flowers
seduce hand and eye, divining answers.