---

one       day
when love fills up
on rain which is
scarlet hued
a flower
the

heart     which
grows wild and is
never cut for the
table woos us
with the
same

fervor     within
as a red rose or bird
of paradise lost in
the jungle or as
orchid bloom
burgeons
we

can      know
this flower only as
the bleeding heart
all baby's breath
queen Anne's
lace and the
pure

daisy

all other     flowers
listen to the music played
by the beauty of a heart
broken but yet strong
a bard who has the
key to your pale
forgotten
dream
♥


soulsurvivor
5/4/2015