A water lily’s serenade

I sleep in thoseDungeons dark.Shadowed thoughts.Forgotten dreams.Skin paper thin.YetWhen you touch me,With your fingers of gold-The musty mistOf melancholy dies.Darkness cowersUnder your effulgent shine.My skin’s aglowIn your lilac light,Intoxicating, my sun,I your amethyst eyes, In your gentle kiss, is your lover’s rise.

Blooming in adversity

Thorny bushes and rocks allowed destiny to bloom flamboyantly contrasting against torments of gloom. Dainty and small against the unyielding land better in a bouquet in a newly wed hand. But fate writes differently for all those who stay eventually life’s purpose is found out one day. The flower on the wrong stage thus wasn’t…