There’s
a young flower, beaming with radiance, semi-
splintered.
It raves sorely, ever in silence, to win for solace.
I
state for woes, to mine for joys, serious for life. We stand
a
child, to sort for gems, chanting warmly. I walk a space,
to
box for time, spinning art. I feel you moving, to conquer
more,
a mile for love. You live it torn, but ever thankful,
to
peer reality. I climb a hex, to vet a spell, to wash in
rivers.
It punctures deep, a yarn for tears, knitting lights.
You
gander life, to pull a moon, soaring-star-bound; and
something
gives, a guileless heart, filled with mischief. Is
he
tall, fraught with verve, starry-eyed and cool? What is
it,
to never waver, when time spells rain? I ask, found in
fevers,
speaking for tyro. Expand—my love; drift to shift
grounds,
feel for calmness. Indeed, become for winds, to
traipse
for garths, ever with love; and reach for more, to
stipple
walls, to unlock souls; and never rush, to see for heart,
through
opaque mist. I speak softly, for facts are cruel, where
want
is grand; but live it safely, a latent voice, soaring wisely.
