Treasure Island

Heaven and Earth


Flower


I look into your eyes
I see a flower
That hasn’t yet blossomed
and as time takes
it’s time
and passes
you start to
bloom
and as one petal unfolds
in the insipid moon
light
I see the white-ness in your eyes
And the tears
And your fears
Can be shown through
Your outer appearance
And as you start to
Doubt
Yourself
but as your petals unfold
As a lily or a rose
I start to see your true beauty
That you let hide
And
Reside
On the inside of your heart
But as the petals
Disperse
Apart
I get to see the real you
And you become true
To yourself
And don’t
Sheath
Your emotions
And
You bloom
And your confidence in yourself
Is as tall as a tower
As you have blossomed into a
Magnificent
flower

Submitted: Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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