suspend me underneath natural light that reflects from your soul
shower me with your promising words that flow blissfully like spring drizzle on an atoll
the time has come, as my bud is finally opening for sprout
ready to meet your eyes, for I have grown to trust, and have shed my doubt
but it is in this revealing moment that you burn my orchid petals
and watch the charcoal shriveling of my innocent vines
as they disintegrate to moonless black in your hands
and the fauna and flora cry with my pain as they question your senseless  crime
Injustice they yell! Love mustn't become lie, thou lack the universal testament of time?
now you bury my ash remains with the same deceitful hands
under the soil that must resurrect me with insidious plans
because as i blossom i must face this process again...
you were the match that danced so sneakily on my wick
as your love was guaranteed, but it blackened with my hope
nature waits despondently again for a true love
*tick, tick, tick