The Flowers of the Mind

I wander within the flowers of my mind following the paths blind footsteps find amid the flowing scent of rise and fall sweet mystery of nature’s siren call for darkness shrouds the vision that I seek as flowers paint in aromatic brush upon love’s petaled winds as if to speak of color that would cause the sun to blush. Thus, do I sit in darkness bathed in light tears of memory dappling silenced ponds inspired by such color to take flight lay claim to sightless vision without bonds. To be at peace with darkness, let it be and share with it a dream it cannot see. John G. Lawless ©12/28/2021