Blue Ascendance

In the teasing bouts of an early spring, One must have patience to watch a flower bloom From the municipal bud to the ripe decor From which pursed pedals seek to open. The contents of sweet pollen rise, Sway, circle and drift like an aging spirit. Watch closely; you may find a spirit Splashing the waters from where life springs Lively enough to make the ocean rise Above old towns where civilizations bloomed. Let your shields down; keep your hearts and minds open, Permeating love with an earthly decoration. Strive to laugh and decorate The petty who set fire to spirits With the same buoyancy that keeps our eyes open, Veering from traps that devils spring. Search beyond the vile bloom, Taking pride in ashes that fall and rise. I will soon see myself rise High enough to cast my decorations Far enough to make the deserts bloom. I'll paint the coast blue to match my spirit As winds grow warm with spring. Hearts will sing and channels will be open. Likewise, the pores of the Earth shall one day open. As that molten lava rises, Ancient fireballs shall spring, Coating the ground with horrid decoration, But we shall lie dormant as spirits Awaiting new life's bloom. Winds will cool and aid that bloom, And, beautifully, we will open, For every spirit Rises And, decoratively, Springs, For everything that blooms, rises, And every open heart is decorated, And every loving spirit eventually springs.