Many More Birthday Presents

An inverted rose garden in thy abyss, o moon!
And their thorns scarring thou blonde silver cheeks
That made thy illuminuos cells dying for many more births
So that they bring newer presents from eternal dawn

I am one of those ageless thorns in receipt of divine youth
Burnt amber black & transmitting thy gifts of unseen soul
My confidant stems spreading this to thy sleeping chalice
That someday will unfold the closed palms of baby roses

By the consent of the breeze their petals flying around
Like mysterious swarms emerging out of air-filled balloons
They are intentionally meant to be burst out through today
Sun-filled, energetic, countless, many more thy surround