She would awake every morn
Eyes
flashing bright as golden corn,
Hearts
pulsing; blood freezing;
Breathing
accelerates -
When he
passes by:
The One
whose skin
Glistens
as his smile brightens the Earth,
When
darkness slowly pines away
As spells
of sun step slowly out
Leaving behind trails of Hope.
The One
whose eyes bring life
To starry
seeds under pure pools of light.
His soul
chases away the night,
And every
head turns to see
His
exquisite beauty.
Inhaling the
sweet scent of youthful love
Reaching
for those fine feathery limbs,
Hoping
that he might notice her bright face from above
As he
passes by.
Light
fades - Evening comes -
Still his distant light fails to reach her.
Sorrow
fills her heart-stems,
Choking her racing soul.
The light passes her by,
Leaving
her barren - her heart left to crack -
Her
slender, pale body bends in the blowing breezes
Beating
her thin green dress.
Her eyes,
now charred, crazed, bleached-black
(From the
Sun's hateful glare)
No longer
keenly watch her love's movement:
East
to West -
And the
once golden-jasper strands of hair
Which
flowed loyally in the fresh air
Now hang limp,
rigid, frayed,
Like a
knotted noose
Over her
slumping shoulders.
Her roots
unravel - the green veil falls -
Over her
boney stalk – petals with red-tinged tears -
As the
Sunflower's journey ends
As the
Sun makes his final bed.
(This poem was inspired by Blake's poem 'Ah! Sunflower'.)
Copyright © JRFB 2013
