flower
at this very hour
your potency has towered
over this lowly coward
this feeling not common
sense being devoured
babel on
as the enthralling effect of your power
causes me to cower
at this very hour
i realize
your eyes
are the april showers
which consider
the birth and growth
of this lost hope
soak in the tears
peer through the ruby colored rain
letting go of all that pain held in vain
at this very hour
young flower
we break chains
enticing change
vowing never to stay the same
delegating the cultivation of those preparing for the separation of those precious petals
watering the mental
until the weeds can no longer feed off the sweet aromas you let seep
at this very hour
it is the duty of those picking from life's steady growing tree
to replace what we pick collectively
if we would willingly
bite into a love we think is ripe
why not time these seasons
and watch as
our love grows bright with reason
