Sunflower

Remember when I did that series dealing with gems? Well, I’m doing another series dealing with flowers….because they too seem to fit the ideals of the poetry I’m thinking of writing. This one I could not title, so “Sunflower” it is.

She wears her hair down for me,

Rarely do the tresses fall,

Yet they always tumble down for me,

Sunflower blooms unfurled in pools

Of ripping emerald sun-soaking tide

Peek out through soft-painted lids,

With all my love-sick heart I swim her seas,

Gravel sweeping cross my worn hands,

Reaching out to first kisses and hope,

Sweet water of rampant strawberry fields,

Ears rushing to currents of unnatural song,

Like the voice so far behind my path,

Where has the road gone that led me away?

Where lies the path that sent me to the sea,

Past the docks where I talked with the moon

On love, romance, and foolish, youthful fancies,

My eyes gaze still, upturned within the deep,

Bursting forth from frothy waves I breathe,

Crawling back through shallow, saddened tides,

Upon the docks where she awaits,

And wears her hair down for me.