Opening in silence to your neon yellow petal,

I found your voice to be the sun beam to every garden.

My blood poured into this moist, fertilized soil.

Scars and burns settled, grew over time to be priceless teachers
in a school for rising angels.

Opening in the space inside me I have carried your cherished color
as it bled its dreams into my skin.

You are change less.

I am the broken circle
  made whole in the forgiveness
  of perfect light.

When your mysterious eyes opened up like a full moon sneaking past a gigantic dark cloud,

every stream of You
  blossomed me

not even the rigid concrete
  could stop the growth
   of our immortal connection.

You are everywhere
  burning for every eye
    to know you.

You spoke and said,
Everyone is my precious family.
Some have just forgotten
their neon yellow petals
all connect to me.