The other day you offered me a red carnation,
that bloomed in rays of light and soothed
my imagination.
You picked it up near a myrtle
tree,
Why did you..? It was so pure, so
wild and free…
Expanding what you did back then
upon myself, beyond my ken,
it started feeling so inane
to witness and endure carnation’s
pain.
I felt the ripples in my skin
made by tears slowly dripping in,
tainting darkness though my veins
until only night remains.
And as the night had filled my
roots
with happiness and old pursuits,
I deepened them into the mound,
that started growing in the ground.
The roots cracked open at the dawn.
My stalk awaking from its yawn
began to lift its bud up to the sky,
beyond the gestures and the lie.
Although it quivered throughout the
years, deep in my roots,
I kept the light and secrets of creation
Now flowing in unfleshed fruits
Of ray in carnation.
Then I Relive
Relove,
Reloved,
Relieved.
Epilogue
*
It’s not about the types of flowers,
Trying to bloom in seeds of “ours”
Blinded in a world of make believe,
Strayed in a garden they perceive.
For any of their seeds to sprout
They firstly have to delve in doubt.
A ray of light then they’ll take
in,
transform it into who they’ve truly
been.
