The flowers are blooming

Sifting through my day,
withered masses of an old heart
searching in the wrong corner,
dreaming in muted grays on a white background,
hoping the flowers bloom
and I get to see them

Long hours offer only relief
when I look past the walls
formed around my smile so long ago
they are only a faded memory
flickering in and out,
losing clarity

Out of nowhere, struck by a bolt of lightening
so brilliant, beautiful, electrifying
I can only stare and wonder, is this for me
to keep or look but don’t touch
To…dare I say…love
Love, my lonely volume of a friend long dusted on the shelf

Love, I now laugh, love only finds those
who deserve it and those signs have long since
pointed a different direction
But a voice speaks otherwise
a soft tone, a sweet noise I’ve not heard
or imagined since…

Whispers of affection from you
fall upon my ears…my ears?
like I am something, somebody, and it feels good
even if it is so hard to believe
And I feel tears forming…tears, could this be happiness
I ask, when there before my misted eyes

The flowers are blooming
and I see them