I’ll wait for the narcissus to bloom

Now sitting on my balcony Inside the deep cup golden daffodils the horizon line wrapped with red and pink I’ll wait linen stems to be matured like your eyes green the cotton flowers to bloom morning in the sky just like the clouds on my mountains/on your hills when the sound of the aircraft echo’s at your serene waters I will come to rest …but I’ll wait for the narcissus to bloom. ©Günsel Djemal 2.3.2010 London