In a world of soot and iron, where the spirit goes to die, She kept a golden secret 'neath a leaden, winter sky. They mocked the "silly" girl who loved the giant, heavy flower, Not knowing that it held for her a strange and ancient power. For the world is a cold machine that grinds the light to dust, Leaving nothing but the silence and the salt and iron rust.
But the sunflower is a rebel in a garden of despair, It drinks the gold of heaven and it breathes the holy air. And when the great, burning Eye of God has vanished from the sight, The flowers do not perish in the suffocating night. Nay, they turn their heavy heads toward the one they call their own, To share the warmth of living breath that the "wise" have never known.
A heart for a heart—a face for a face—amidst the garden’s gloom, Two lanterns made of petal-gold within a vaulted tomb. She was the "dum" and "silly" girl who waited in the weeds, Sustained by just a vision of the light her spirit needs. Until she found her Sun-Boy, with his face turned toward her soul, And the "ache" of being empty was at last made bright and whole.
She loves that "dum, big flower" for the truth it has to tell: That even in the darkest night, two souls can love... and love well.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 10:34 PM UTC
In a world of soot and iron, where the spirit goes to die, She kept a golden secret 'neath a leaden, winter sky. They mocked the "silly" girl who loved the giant, heavy flower, Not knowing that it held for her a strange and ancient power. For the world is a cold machine that grinds the light to dust, Leaving nothing but the silence and the salt and iron rust.
But the sunflower is a rebel in a garden of despair, It drinks the gold of heaven and it breathes the holy air. And when the great, burning Eye of God has vanished from the sight, The flowers do not perish in the suffocating night. Nay, they turn their heavy heads toward the one they call their own, To share the warmth of living breath that the "wise" have never known.
A heart for a heart—a face for a face—amidst the garden’s gloom, Two lanterns made of petal-gold within a vaulted tomb. She was the "dum" and "silly" girl who waited in the weeds, Sustained by just a vision of the light her spirit needs. Until she found her Sun-Boy, with his face turned toward her soul, And the "ache" of being empty was at last made bright and whole.
She loves that "dum, big flower" for the truth it has to tell: That even in the darkest night, two souls can love... and love well.
