His whisper,
Gentle to her heart
Awakens her
And into the dream
They descend
Only to
Ascend after all is undone.
Transforming.
Metamorphosis;
Joined in the same journey albeit
Apart;
Blossoming in time.
His whisper,
Gentle to her heart
Awakens her
And into the dream
They descend
Only to
Ascend after all is undone.
Transforming.
Metamorphosis;
Joined in the same journey albeit
Apart;
Blossoming in time.
Neglect
Kills beauty inside and out.
Everyone
Heals.
They
Blossom and grow
If you tend to them.
I have found my garden
Is beginning to grow
Out beyond my fortress walls.
My flowers have begun to blossom
And
Over take
These well built defenses
Row by row.
How is it that some cannot fathom
That one as beautiful and tender
As a blossoming flower
Could not have survived
A terrible winter?
Perhaps the roots beneath the Earth
Became
Through
A lifetime of horrific storms?
There is more to every beautiful
Creation
Than what simply meets your eyes.