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.