Floral Acquaintances

Thou unscathed bride...

Thou unscathed bride of quietness

Thou child of darkness and time itself

You live with us...

Quietly sneaking in the background,

Watching...
Waiting...
Wasting thy time

Forgotten for a moment, as you make no sound to be seen nor heard.

Your agenda is not concealed

Your work is well known by all in the land

Loathed and neglected by many

But a blessing in disguise for some

Sometimes, in my dark times,

I look for you in the shadows,

In everything alive,

Curious to what I will find

Thou unscathed bride of quietness,

Is thy face the face of torture?

Or is thy face the face of freedom?

When holding your hand,

Walking for what destiny and fate aligned

There is no more pain as you take me with you

No more dark clouds to darken the day

And no praying for what tomorrow will bring

Thus yes, thou unscathed bride, when you call on me,

Into your open arms I will run with all my might

I will no longer neglect you,

Instead, embracing you joyfully I shall

For in this world...
I'm soon to be done...