Flower of My Heart

I vaguely remember how it began: I was strolling through the garden of my freshly ripped open soul - a universe encompassed by a barrage of memories and melodious sounds. Exploring delusive labyrinths with feeble eyes. Remoteness overwhelmed my tortured mind and my heart beat ferociously… A resplendence charmed face modestly chased shadows away as he wrote - across the darkness of my mind: “such melancholy mind must die!” Somewhere near the shores of dreaming, A flower opened in my heart...