He said. The idea of it so simple
it lit the tinder in my heart.
The poem that is the best
He said: a golden luminescent tree
full growing from your chest.
I see you understand
He said, that only I
can write a poem without the words.
They will say it is absurd.
They will say it must have words.
Indulge them with a nod.
I realize this is a Christmas picture, but do you see what I mean (or He means)?
I think I just got sleepy. See you in the morning.