Her heart
a clearing 'neath the trees
far outside the walls
lying fallow by the teeming sea
half-shaded from the mid-day sun
(..is a secret place you've stumbled on)
bordered not with stone
nor thorn
but hyacinth
and heather
and in its midst
yet unadorned
a patch of breathing earth
which with the seeds that you have sown
will be the place
of beauty's birth