The Vision Of A Moment Flowers Poem by Patti Masterman

The vision of a moment flowers,
Where desire has once been tamed.
But the single darkness, of an hour,
Can bury a thought's rare name.

Life stakes a claim, upon the sun;
Should the heart's pale shroud detach:
All the dead of the battles both lost and won
Can't open a single latch.

Barter not, with the shadow of time;
Only he has seen your fate;
And whisper not prayers, not even to wind
Till your hand's upon the gate.

Of great power, a door's often born
To open; overcome, all fears:
As the soul is shorn, of her lowly veil,
The lord of the kingdom disappears.

A foe will vanquish from all around,
And surround, with an intent sinister;
And lackeys in jealousy, will always abound-
But a friend conquers, from the center.