Flower Spark

Such opalescent love, featured in a farewell, an incantation

of chemistry, where sorrow dissipates, if but a moment.

Do we mourn for purity, finally found, ever to nibble

ambrosia? Such an impasse, longing for diligence, chipping

at a conundrum. Life is often seaweed, where beauty’s

stumbled upon, and souls become fantasts. I speak to you

such prayer beads: live the idyllic, grounded in reality, for

love is indelible, even tribal drums, coaching souls. But

watch for nets, and countless woes, rising as a swan.

Print a mind, where quakes wail, pillar to pillar, a vibrant

epiphany; for our dreamlike nature, portrays a rose, wrapped

in an heirloom. Where’s panacea, a temblor of hearts, even

quilted affection; for I fly to you, caught in cobwebs, groping

stony walls; and you answer, petal to petal, evoking lyric.

We’re laden with high hopes, semi-anagogic, searching

empyreal dreams. But watch for nets, and countless woes,

rising as a swan.