From the day of my birth, through the turbulent days of adolescence, to the trials of being a young adult — to the life of an adult woman — I have grown and been mowed down countless times. Only to spring back to life. Downed countless times, though never to be discounted, because my will is fierce and my love is profound. My light – my inner compass – is a brilliant force and only when you are touched by it, can you ever really understand..
Little orbs of emotion cling gently to your face. One is for sadness, one is for joy, three are for love, because love comes in more than one form. Another is for grief and one more for loneliness.These are the things I feel, these forms are expressions of who I am. Things from within turned inside out, gracing existence with its visage. Whole universes exist within a tiny drop of water, a single tear, in a single raindrop. A whole story beyond what it seen.
Though chaste and with haste your lips press onto mine. Your lips on my lips …the singular thought is enough to make my heart shudder within my chest, a sudden gallop fueled by unsung desire and secret infatuation. The singular action turns that gallop into a frantic sprint for a quick moment, as my body tingles with the rush of adrenaline. Then you are gone, my closed eyes must stay closed. For I can feel the tears welling up behind these lids of mine. How I wish you would have stayed longer. It was just a dare for you but it was so much more for me. For a moment there though, I was light as a feather and I will treasure that moment until my last breath.
I sway, you swoon. Dripping with your elegant darkness; it’s like a cloak wrapped around you. So naive little flower, how you are under the illusion that it can protect you. You are so very mistaken, for the stem will be cut and you will bleed your juices. You will descend into the inky cold, preserved and extended for a time. You will slowly…ever so slowly wither, fed an elixir to keep you half alive. In the end you will perish for the beauty you offer. It matters not anymore though, for you are mine and in this moment we dance together.
The flower replies,”I am doing what I can, existing beautifully in miniature.I do have to say though that this lawn is the pits.I feel so small compared to the dandelions and even that tall grass over there.These people things,need to take that grass shredder out more often.They don’t have that awful weed decapitator though,so perched up on this tree trunk is a sweet deal over all.”
The leaf say’s quietly, ” Then why so blue? You’re kinda purple by the way, purple is a happy color! A royal one, indeed! “
The flower responds,” I don’t know, I just feel like I’m out here in the open, with my petals splayed out and no one notices. I’ve put all this energy into growing and I’d be lucky if I could hold a honey bee on this scrawny stalk of mine, they don’t even try anymore. Sooner or later some of those people things will come by and yank me out of existence and I’ll just be another dried up weed in that pile over there.”
The leaf responds in concerned silence.
Suddenly the flowers demeanor changes ,” See ! Look ! I told you , a people thing has some other plant killing device in it’s hand,it’s going to crush me underfoot or pluck my petals or some other horrible thing! It’s heading right for us! This is no joking matter, We are pretty attached on here, you’re going out with the garbage with me”
The leaf gets nervous and on seeing the people thing crouch down lovingly before the pair with that big device in it’s hands, the leaf smiles inside and says to the flower.
” I can cannot cure your woes, I can only love you and listen and give you a reprieve from the rain above or grant you shade in the harsh afternoon sunlight and be your companion. I can’t magically turn you into a sunflower, though I wish I could. I can only be present, and here with you eternally. I think this people thing is going to grant us immorality. You see, when it clicks that button I think it captures our likeness.So really,you have a best friend,will always be a part of that human things memory and who knows, maybe she will show us to the world. When the seasons change, we will still be.Not as bad of a deal as you thought it was, huh?
The flower is beaming and replies, “That is completely enough for me.”
The leaf says, ” Now I’d fluff those petals of yours,because this is our big moment ! “
How I am enjoying your perfect curves. Wrapped in gentle light and swelling below, in the darkness,where your soul is found. Where you try hide the things, you just cannot hide from me. For they will be revealed in time, inevitably. Your secrets will come undone, and your true glory will be spilled forth. It is more bountiful than you can ever possibly know. Mesmerized by your fount of growth and captivated in delight, I simply marvel, at your life.
Tender in your infinite isolation. Not a sound, for miles around. Delicate and meek, you shudder. As the afternoon breeze comes to caress your yellow petals. Weaving through the forest and the underbrush, invisible currents sweep by you and force a gentle dance, one as old as time itself. Tucked away between the leaves and grasses with the trees rising above you, like giants, they loom. The shadows are cast upon the ground and only dappled rays of light may find you, yet you are the color of sunshine itself. So small and humble, my little wildflower, but I can truly see you. I can only pay homage to your subtle beauty, as we are really, one and the same.
I am righteous screaming beauty, with my wicked scarlet ways. The words that are spoken, you may never hear. They are carried on the wind in a language you may never know. And as my mouth fills with pollen, I choke on its sweetness. Waiting for the toils of time to take their toll, so I may die and come back in the spring, reborn and recharged. Ready to hail the forest floor with my floral call and cloak of carmine charms, once again.