FLOWERS ALL AROUND YOU

Flowers, flowers, flowers all around you.
Will you pick mine?
Will you have mine?
As if to pilfer,
Will you prefer to cherish mine close to your heart?
And guard it wholly from the unforgivably scorching sun.

Nerves on edge, I wait,
For the veracity of the reality of tales untold,
For that which keeps my villein apart,
soul's untapped,
mind unsearched,
heart's apart,
I hold no ground and shudder at my wilting flower.
Flowers, flowers, flowers all around you.
Will you pick mine?

So now in a fragile vase, it holds,
what may seem desirable, I ponder
for beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
This vase, a desert of sweet words,
Can be made real only when
whisked away to offbeat worlds.
This vase, this heart, forgets its essence;
Its joyous feel, its soothing comfort,
Will you remind me of it?

Take me away far from what I fear!
Far from what I shudder!
Far from that dark horror!
Where I may be that one flower in your vase,
to keep in your delicate glass case,
Such dreams, such fantasies are my closest companion
That counts them in picture frame one by one,
only to be remembered easy,
As that fragile flower in full blossom in your chassis.

But...
Anyway,
Anywhere,
Anyhow,
I awake to the reality;
Flowers all around you.


Dove. :)