Weep the Flowers

 
tears flower on my face
blooming so beautifully out of place
a gentle smile beseeching them not to show
but their delicate nature draws attention to my hardened expressions

forlorn they grow wildly without nuture
sweet daisies of faith come from deep within me
A memory is all it takes to reduce me to nothing

babies' breath moves in its spot in the garden, grieving
exhaling the pain and inhaling something tender
Tiny epiphanies show in my eyes

my soul is disconnected from my mind
so when I weep, it is from my sacred heart
they escape me, and I taste their salty nature
wondering where you come from

lilies and poppies too line the threshold of hurt
brightening the gloom and reminding me it's not all bad
despairing the late nights
holding to dawn as the sun breaks over the horizon

knowing my garden  grey will open to the new day
faces fresh with dew and happy
cleansed from the sins of yesterday
ready to begin again