Burning Flower... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

When the world is afar and against me,
And my treasure of bold tears hold,
No future to bear upon reason,
And anything less held becomes told,
I look up and share beyond me,
This moment before a prepared season.

Jump flower of fury,
Jump flower of possessed love,
Grant this scant above a will of our own.

When this would is a scar and a fenced me,
And my measure of cold fears hold,
No rupture to spear upon treason,
And a my-thing guess yield becomes cold,
I look down and share beyond me,
This torment before a declared season.

Color flower of fury,
Color flower of regressed love,
Flaunt bliss haunt above a kill of our frown.