You have given numerous, countless blessings
to furtive flowers who twist and darken your intention.
Many times you extend your friendship unto doubting petals
and often I shout at you, like some fiend that throws down
thunder bolts and drops ashes of death.
I have obfuscated your meaning, for you always spread out
and desire more than any of my earthly wishes,
to twirl me, as a blossom child, into your fruitful home.
I do not know what is best for me, please give me the courage
and humble heart to ask;
your rains never flood and chain my hands,
they only free a trapped reflection.
