sunflower

 
arsenic-laced whispers...  
larceny of the mind-trip the day's balance  
blue orchid symbolic of soul's truth  
tiny poppies add wonderment
in the valley of skulls
 
I fear nothing...I fear everything
the horde gathers for a feast
I will not succumb
 
wisdom has filled my cup
love brims
it is a rainbow prism in my mind's eye
 
the full spectrum of feeling amazes me
bereft of emotions for so long
a cult classic...a zombie of nothingness
 
beautiful blood daisy
she blooms full of thought
a sunflower wedding bouquet
 
the groom approaches  
I take my vows to heart
admittedly this level of intimacy frightens me
my soul quickens
my pulse races
 
I approach a blushing bride...tempered honesty
he will find no guile in me