Lady of the flowers [for the love of flowers]

It was a hard task

it was his last task

he dragged his Bergen behind him,

scarred from war- bloodlessly wounded.

chased by her- constantly hounded.

he couldn't carry on anymore

rain poured,dust fell

his legs betrayed him,

he fell, alas! on his knees and cried 

FLOWERS!- lady of the flowers.

Fears overtook him,grief  bound him

drowned in his own salt,left for his own sort

his nights were short, his days shorter

moments were a breeze, nothing to hold close

he prayed, he fasted- it stayed, it lasted

wind,fire and ice- sticks and stones would break his bones

the caterpillar burst, wings unfold- at last petals, from heaven.

lady of the flowers.

They were two-one-four or more

countless shadows; then they were more-four-one and none.

a glow of flowers- her eyes shone from a distance; they were lanterns.

they made his nights bright, and his days brighter.

the butterfly paradox,the juxtaposition, the Symbian.

once again he smiled- he laughed- he whispered;

flowers....lady of the flowers.

                                                                             -mickey.