Many a day has seen this light
Many a day turns into night
Flowers unfold to light of day
Flowers unfold though sky is grey.
On the cliffs overlooking the seas
I’m marking arrows upon the trees
To point me right back to the place
Where on my horizon I saw your face.
I look far towards the mountain range
The colours of the clouds seem so strange
As these minutes creep into hours
These seeds they slowly become flowers.
The dark clouds looming over here
Match the discourse of my tear
That formed and fell beneath my eye
Matching the rain from hallowed sky.
My hand it sinks beneath the earth
To plant these seeds promoting birth
These clouds they hide the sun from them
Yet desire to see its light again.
Closing my eyes I drift to sleep
The roots of flowers begin to creep
Through my skin and into my blood
Begins to turn my soul to mud.
The clouds are closing, choking me
Yet from my binds I can’t break free
These flowers shall have me as theirs forever
Although I will see them once more never.
I lie so still, enveloped, dead
Covered by gerbera toe to head
The storm begins, the rain it falls
My heart for her it softly calls.
Observe the flowers the way they run
Always yearning for the sun
Defiantly steadfast through the rain
But alas, that sun it never came.
© Kris Blackburn 20/12/09