​"Fragrant Deep"

by Brian G. Daigle

From sideways winds a fragrant deep 
Across my face does slide. 
If memory could paint its strokes 
There would be not a drop to hide. 

But how I know this odorous joy 
I have but the faintest clue.
It is a beauty I have known before, 
A love I see in you. 

Fragrant deep from deeper streams 
Flow forth to cross this window. 
So must be near, so very near,
A flower which gives this bellow. 

Tis but a flower, or garden full, 
from whence such fragrance streams,
And what a fool I'd prove to be 
If I but looked away from what seems. 

What seems to be the most glorious flower, 
And yet all I have is a scent, 
But of deeper things this fragrance speaks,
And that search demands my ascent.